Have you a link to the picture then, I'd love to see it and the poem together :)Great poem!
What would you find to fillthe empty sky?What indeed, Dominic, what indeed?
Thanks for these comments.BarbaraS: You can see the picture here.TFE: Flying Haggis? :)
Very intrieging, I like it. The Chagall pic is fantastic!
A lovely insightful poem. Those are 'her' sentiments. But Dominic, are you going to write one from 'his' viewpoint? By the way, one of Chagall's best paintings. A fine composition. I find a lot of his stuff over-cluttered.
Thanks for these comments.Sorlil: It is a good picture, isn't it? It leapt out at me from a new biography of Chagall I'm reading at the moment.PiR: Probably won't be writing another one about it, although I do see what you mean. I usually find it's in my nature to move on in such situations.
I like where you carried the poem from the first stanza, i.e. to the change (distortion) of the images as mentioned in the second (the woman knowing what she takes away with her when she is gone).
That was exactly the image I thought you were referring to.I love the dichotomies present here between the two stanzas. Thank you so much for sharing this poem.
An evocative extrapolation from those well-known images.
Thanks for these comments, folks. Talking about transformations/dichotomies within a poem reminded me of a poem by Mervyn Peake:ConceitI heard a winter tree in songIts leaves were birds, a hundred strong;When all at once it ceased to sing,For every leaf had taken wing.
Love your poem but all the thoughts I had and wanted to comment on flew (!) out of my head when I read that fantastic Mervyn Peake poem on this page - I have never heard it before, although I am quite familiar with his work - it is wonderful - you know me, I am a sucker for nature.
Conceit is good, isn't it? I only know MP by his poetry. I never got round to the famous trilogy.
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