The morning sky cracks an eggshell,
& dawn spills, fusion of indigo & fuchsia
Frost recedes in slow rain
& ice melts into an orchestra of puddles
The sun comes out for the briefest of time
Warming skin with scent of summers past
Your eyes holding the river & hawk
Spiking the taste for feverish run & motion
Crunching & murmuring of trees under siege
That smell of the feral & unfamiliar
The kiss, that stirs your blood red & gaping
Gorgeous moonlight tracing your lover's torso
Ribs & eyes ache like a lost drum
Take back every cell & petal bloom
Burn the wick, break the brittle bones
The mourning is over like the night
Day beckons, a yellow oil seed
Stir from winter's pyre & fog, thaw
Thaw by Elisabetta Trevisan
Posted for OpenLinkNight of D'verse Poets Pub & - Shared with Imaginary Garden for Real Toads - Sunday Feature on work of Elisabetta Trevisan ~ Thanks for the visit ~
That would be quite the thaw, not sure I'd want to ache like a drum though, kinda hurt lol
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ReplyDelete"the mourning is over like the night
Day beckons, a yellow oil seed."
Always nice to be so vividly reminded that day
always follows night, summer follows winter.
The 'thaw' cannot begin soon enough!
when trees murmur....
ReplyDeleteSuch a beautiful poem inspired by Elisabetta's painting. I especially like the middle stanza, and the way you set it aside by using italics.
ReplyDeletelove the images...the morning sky cracking and eggshell and how the colors spill forth...made my heart beat faster... a beautiful write to a beautiful painting... also love the yellow oil seed...
ReplyDeleteWonderful -- an image of a wonderful thaw ... the tenderness makes me wish for spring.
ReplyDeleteThe beauty in the title. 'When dawn spills & trees murmur' ~ keep warm, Grace
ReplyDeleteAh, the kiss of a lover and its power ...
ReplyDeleteThere is not much better..than Sun to thaw a Winter's night...
ReplyDeleteNor the frost..yet snow almost never to be thawed...
in Florida..But the Sun is still best i suppose..but would be nice for snow..to still exist..
somewhere close to home....
The first stanza is mesmerizing...the feral and unfamiliar, a yellow oil seed...so many evocative images...beautiful.
ReplyDeleteSome beautiful imagery and phrases - trees under siege, an orchestra of puddles...
ReplyDeleteThaw! As eggs for breakfast and golden morning sun can thaw the night fire, and chill and partings. good, good.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful imagery in this, and so powerful.
ReplyDeleteJust beautiful, I love the image as well.
ReplyDeleteLove the dawn cracking and spilling forth, and I like the mourning is over like the night. There is newness, hope, change, in all of it :)
ReplyDeleteSuch gorgeous imagery, I love the opening line.
ReplyDeletei like the tactile parts of the poem...the crunch underfoot gives it depth...the ribs that hurt...the breaking of bone...the breaking out....i think this builds nicely...
ReplyDeleteI enjoyed the wordplay on "thaw" ... I a fan of both types ... smiles
ReplyDeleteThe picture and poem such perfect complements to each other. Lovely. I loved the texture you painted with your words.
ReplyDeleteThat opening image is absolutely superb. I will never look at a sunrise the same way again!
ReplyDeletea thaw of many meanings... and an awakening of both eyes and soul I think...
ReplyDeletea poetic tapestry of delicious images. so enjoyable!
ReplyDeleteWow..I love the images Grace..the opening just beautiful.
ReplyDeleteI really like how your bring out such poetic images in this piece. Just beautiful writing Grace.
ReplyDeleteliked the elements of nature and the body... flowed well
ReplyDeleteVery nice. I love the imagery in this piece. :-)
ReplyDeleteLovely Grace it seems we both had trees on the mind.
ReplyDeletebeautiful
ReplyDeleteindigo and fuchsia is what I watch here each morning too!
I wish it was spring in NY!
ReplyDeleteLove the eggshell in the morning
powerfully sensual... beautiful!
ReplyDeleteFrost recedes in slow rain...I like that line. I can see it. Lovely poem.
ReplyDeleteI like how you play with words and images...enjoyable read.
ReplyDeletevery nice - like spring to summer, the fire within blossoms
ReplyDeleteHow beautifully you made this painting come to life with your words of nature and intensity of passion. This one is really special Grace.
ReplyDeleteThe title of your poem meant this just had to be read - great stuff.
ReplyDeleteA nice weave of winter and warmth - nature, couple all metaphors for the need to wake from sleep and experience life in all its guises.
ReplyDeletebeautiful poem. The line "& ice melts into an orchestra of puddles" really resonates with me.
ReplyDeletemesmerising
ReplyDeleteThe second stanza in particular spoke to me, especially the lines: 'Your eyes holding the river & hawk/ Spiking the taste for feverish run & motion'. A bit early for thaw, even though it feels like spring over here!
ReplyDeleteI'm struck by you capturing a moment of awakening, being part of the great cycle of life. It seems there's a cycle to feeling and emotion too--I love your 'mourning is over like the night.' Sometimes we need to escape from our dreaming. This is very perceptive and smart, and is moved by active and striking images. Fine work.
ReplyDeleteSteve K.
a very poetic way of describing the coming of dawn!
ReplyDeletethe imagery is truly beautiful... :)
ReplyDeleteThere's great alliteration and wording in this poem. It rolls off your tongue.
ReplyDeleteFinal verse: stunning! Threw heat over me and I settled back into an "Aahhhh!" Wonderful, Grace! ~ jh
ReplyDeleteI love the imagery and all the action in nature. Your writing is smooth as butter.
ReplyDeleteWhen morning cracks like an eggshell.. great opening line. I like the way it builds until finally the mourning ends and the thaw begins.. lovely.
ReplyDeleteThis is so vibrant and active - a joy to read.
ReplyDeletethe opening couplet just grabs you - what an image - and you keep us taut the rest of the way ~
ReplyDeleteah!
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