Setting the world on fire
And how is it this season, reason
Lifts then breaks the heart?
Claret and burgundy splash and spill
Virginia creeper, lace-maker
Dressed, Sunday best, is all across the hill
Too much the autumn palette
Set against the blue
Hips and berries mad profuse
Abundance run amok
Firethorn ignites the burning bush
The landscape’s lit, ablaze
Here leaves are falling, sparking embers
Red and gold they dance
Setting the world on fire
So spins the colour wheel
At tilt and turning of the year
Glad brimming swim and dropping tears
Too beautiful the mellow months
That lift then break the heart
And how is it this season, reason
Lifts then breaks the heart?
Claret and burgundy splash and spill
Virginia creeper, lace-maker
Dressed, Sunday best, is all across the hill
Too much the autumn palette
Set against the blue
Hips and berries mad profuse
Abundance run amok
Firethorn ignites the burning bush
The landscape’s lit, ablaze
Here leaves are falling, sparking embers
Red and gold they dance
Setting the world on fire
So spins the colour wheel
At tilt and turning of the year
Glad brimming swim and dropping tears
Too beautiful the mellow months
That lift then break the heart
16th October 2010, at Julie and Martin's in the Ariege
The shadows work wonderfully in that painting Sally! I love the Red and gold they dance, setting the world of fire.
ReplyDeleteThank you for your help Gill as always with my attempts to be poetic through art! I so enjoyed doing this oil pastel and the other one I did last week- with the more stylised landscape.
ReplyDeleteI began this poem after listening to 'Killing the Blues' on 'Raising Sand' by Alison Krauss and Robert Plant which has the words 'Leaves were falling, /Just like embers/ In colours red and gold/ They set us on fire/ Burning just like a moonbeam/ In my eyes'
I love the song and was listening to it whilst driving through our gorgeous autumn landscape which just seemed lovely enough to break your heart. I notice you often respond to the visual images in my poems Gill. Thank you
Poem sent by Sue in an email.I love it.
ReplyDelete'September fattens on the vines. Roses
flake from the walls. The smoke
of harmless fires drifts to my eyes,
This is plenty. This is more than enough'.
Sue goes on to talk about this season of grief.