Swift surreptitious sweeps of breeze, bending light surfaces a broken blur Arcs of wash around the mirrored sky Swans span the lake draw rings within; simple strokes of white, a brush of livid hue In inky willow shades twigs inscribe finesse of line - calligraphy
Just 44 words for Lisa’s prompt: Brushing the dust off in which we apply a brush of sorts to the quadrille
This is so vivid… it sounds like autumn is fully upon us.
in every season is the lake painterly
Yes, but in very different ways, and you have brought us one gorgeous way, Laura! ❤
Much love,
David
thank you David especially as Autumn has yet to make an impression here
Your impressionist painting is a place of wonder!
seen through your artist eyes, I am very heartened Marina
Loveliness in precision. Not a word wasted, Laura. Love the action in here: “sweeps of breeze”, “bending light”, “arcs of wash”, “strokes of white”, “brush of livid hue”, “twigs inscribe.” I have fallen into this poem and rest there.
your observations are very much appreciated Lisa but even more your generous words – thank you so much and also for being our host tonight
You’re most welcome and my pleasure.
That entire second stanza is a work of art and words. Love the title too!
many thanks Grace – this poem took quite a lot of work for just 44 words but the title at least came to me in a flash!
As I read, I imagine myself painted into the vision you create with your words. Such beautiful imagery. A dreamland.
what lovely feedback Melissa – this poem was born from many walks with camera around my small local lake
Fine brush strokes here.
thank you Jane – I’ve always wanted to be a painter
Me too.
I can see it, the sweep, the focus. (K)
just what the poet wants to hear – thank you K
I love the way Fall is brushed with colors of every hue! Well done.
indeed it is but not yet here
It won’t be long now.
Oh, how stunning. The calligraphy of everyday. You paint this picture perfectly.
many thanks for your appreciation
Your word painting is exquisite. Luv that you included swans
Much💛love
It could have been ducks or geese as well but swans have a nicer word sound
I immediately envisioned the night at sunset when the colors looked brushed across the sky.
That’s prophetic as we do have lovely sunsets being higher up and clearer air