WINTERS DIRGE

Background:

This poem is a picture of a army protecting a city and having to withdraw as another more powerful enemy approaches and its talking about how winter is like war and death and spring is about hope and life.
The Painting is a nude of a model I painted called David it is done in mixed media of oils and pastel.



They brood, hover,
Sinister Undertakers in black,
White shirts puffed like sails on a ship,
Waiting, still,
Casting their evil spell.
Generations of sentries,
Master Sign readers of time,
Faithful Priests dutiful to their Master.

Incense mist, thick, damp,
Tears trickle faces,
Some rejoice others dread,
Funeral DIRGE is playing.
Dreary gloom hovers,
Space plentiful now on the streets,
Curtains drawn, mark of respect.
Banishes the world outside,
The beat of the drum that boomed....
Dulled,muffled, as the air is squeezed,
Whittled to a Hush! Then ushered them into oblivion.

Nothingness reaches the naked eye,
The desert is rich in comparison,
Sore to the eye, depression riddled,
Crisp new falls, or soggy leftover burdens of endless worry.
Delight for the child within some,
Misery for the child within others.

Its ordained, prophesied, destiny being fulfilled,
The waited time comes,
Repeats forever, never alters, remains the same.
The Undertakers and Sentries begin to retreat,
Their task complete,
Their spell winds down,
Numerous victories won.

Cowards, bullies, timidity, power,
Strength is a facade,
When the light brushes like thistle flowers blowing in the wind,
Heat gentle, kind, warms the cold Soul,
the ice round the Spirit cracks,
Layers of crushed velvet snow melts, lifts,
The burdened, wearied human.

Eyes blinded are illuminated,
Truth, Hopes Rays glimpsed,
Daring to believe,
Faith rises, risk leaps taken.
Coming out of hibernation, living,
From the ghostly sticks that camouflaged as dead,
Buds tender, fragile peek.
Windows flung wide to greet the light,
Laughter spills, spins through the air,
Sprinkled bodies cake frosting decorating the once deserted streets.
Cries of New banishes,
Joy spreads infectious as laughter.
New Regime- birthed,
Captives loosed,
Liberty Deliverance wrung,
The DIRGE OF WINTERS forgotten,
Heralds the dawn of SPRINGS' UNVEILING.

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