Gabriel Pacheco (1973- )
Mexico
in the rain lit hours
any blue
any drop of blood red
seem out of place
sabotaging
the delicious melancholy
of coming home to
the witching midnight
and cold sheets
in the grey
of rain lit hours
a lone blue harlequin
could be some errant soul
waiting for
bloodless wings
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14 comments:
Oh, Gemma, this is sad and gorgeous. As one who 'lives in the greys,' this is also a metaphor for madcap occurrences during a depressive cycle.
Your notion that a drop of red would be out of place is so apt, so sure. Amy
i love the imagery here.. and i love the melancholy of it.. really felt it.
The pictures and words complement each other so well
lovely poem :)
Beautifully written interpretation of the painting!
Both the poem and the picture compliment the title you have chosen. I feel that sense of melancholy and shiver a bit at the thought of bloodless wings.
it has a rather haunting tone to it....i think it is the word choice that does it...the sabotague, witching.....bloodless wings...nice gemma
What amazing (and exciting) artwork! And your ekphrasis response is just excellent, Gemma.
Chilling, I'm getting that feeling I used to get as a kid on Halloween - shallow breath, shoulders raised - Good job!
fabulous pictures. and matching surreal lines.loved it.
Gemma, a fine interpretation ~ M
A fantastic write, Gemma....the colors and, especially, the closing lines, are simply stunning. Whu-hoo!
somehow the tone is making me sentimental ... lovely poem ...
I am awed by your style. You can express so much in so little words. Brilliant. And an absolute favourite. Keep it up.
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