My feet are lead
I walk with weight on sand
footprints washed away on every wave,
It’s foam and kelp. A heart-
beat close to last. As once the sea.
You butterfled one day
organza in the wind with me bereft; a scream behind,
moored with seaweed veins and
flotsam bones. Me on shore.
My feet are soil and roots;
I’m pebbles, weed
and green your grave, the bloodstream echo.
voice from past.
It’s a frozen fire. You and cold.
Yet, with hands
I shape, with flesh the wreath
your canvas craved. Me and crimson sky.
Today I host dVerse MTB and I continue to inspire you to write poetry inspired by movements in art. This time we have come to expressionism, and want you to write like painters like van Gogh and Edvard Munch. Bar opens at 9 PM CET.
Make it subjective, write in first person, distort perspective, and color it with contrast, and if you prefer to be inspired by expressionist poetry there is plenty to chose from.
February 16, 2016