A Marc Chagall Lagniappe

by on October 1, 2012 :: 0 comments

White-forested heavens thick with pregnant mist
Disgorge a plumed peacock that hovers above
A winged mother bearing her child aloft.

Mountain tops and marshmallow puffs
Fired by a frozen moon
Cast long shadows of white lagniappe isthmuses in the clouds.

Mother and child vainly search the earth below.
But spirits have given them air
to ride upon their steely steed.

The ice-cold blue earth
beneath them lies empty and scored.
Their ocean sky an unexpected bonus.

editors note:

These lines, a poet’s dozen; ekphrastic eloquence for your time. The scene which is seen by a vivid mind’s eye, the poet’s gift at no extra charge. – mh

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