Van Gogh’s Wheatfield with Crows
They must have been startled
lifting
black wings against
strokes of golden grain
pressed into a sky
smeared
blue, grey, black, and white.
There is a river
of a dirt road edged
in thready green grass
What frightened them so
to be frozen in flight
between gold and heaven?
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Crafted so well!
Love the questioning.
Great vision and writing.
Thank you, Coleman. I wrote this as an ekphrastic poem, and followed up with a second poem using Van Gogh’s work today. His work has always intrigued me.
love;
edged
in thready green grass
Thank you, Pam.🌹
Beautiful! What an awesome ekphrastic poem (with black crows, of course)!
I especially loved: “pressed into a sky / smeared / blue, grey, black, and white.” “smeared” — so perfect.