How much longer
will my dark winter linger?
Like trees, I drip
With persistent grey.
I mist
rough, nugget soil,
pouring ghostly oil
from one leaden cloud to the next.
The icy grip
begins to slip
when a red breast flames
in an open window frame.
Kim M. Russell, 2017
First image is one of my own – the robin image was found on Pinterest
My response to dVerse Poets Pub Meet the Bar with Expressionism
Björn has brought us back on the journey into art and poetry with Expressionism. He says that the simplest and most effective way to define expressionism is presentation of the world from a totally subjective perspective: expressionist artists sought to express the meaning of emotional experience rather than physical reality.
Artists influenced by expressionism tend to work with colours that are distorted from reality and shapes that bend in ways you least expect. Björn says that when you look at Edvard Munch’s the Scream, you feel the angst in both the blood red sky and the face distorted by the pain.
The painting of Van Gogh’s bedroom, with its distorted perspective, for Björn, the colours feel calm and the perspective feels claustrophobic – at the same time.
He has also given us a few rules to help us write as expressionists, which he’d be happy for us to break!
I love this.
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Thank you!
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I really love how you used the winter like an emotion… and how that splash of color brings back life somehow… stellar writing.
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Thanks Bjorn!
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I like how the sight of the bird’s red breast acts like a flame to break the icy grip of winter.
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Thanks Frank. It’s based on something that happened this week.
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Robin Redbreast strikes again. Lovely winter poem, Kim.
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One did fly in the bathroom window on Tuesday – I had to gently persuade it to fly out again before our cats got it.
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That’s taking friendliness too far! Birds can be daft sometimes.
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🙂
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Delicious use of winter as metaphor and the red breast too…so much to enjoy here. Well written.
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Thank you, Paul!
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A stirring & stunning little poem; really enjoyed. Thanks for stopping by my site. FYI, I did record my reading of the poem, just click on the pic at the bottom. It gives more depth & emotion to the words.
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Thanks Glenn! I’ll try your recording again – it wouldn’t work for some reason.
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I love that turn from persistent grey to red breast flames ~ I can’t wait for the dark winter to be over ~
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Thank you, Grace. I think we are turning the corner…
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Aye! The Excellence and thrills, excitement of the scene(s)! 🌹🌹🌹
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Delighted you like it, Dorna!
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Lovely contrast of icy winter and burst of red breast. Well done.
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Thank you, Bev!
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The darkness is what I hate most about winter -getting up in the dark, getting dark too soon in the evening…. but what a lovely contrast and hope at the end of the poem
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Thank you, Debi!
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This read so tenderly.
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😊
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You had me with the first two lines. So effective to begin with a question that draws me right in! The cloud imagery is visceral…well done!!
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Thank you, Lillian!
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the colour contrasts and each line…beautiful!
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Thank you, Sreeja!
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This was wonderful, like a watercolor of winter waiting to leave. Cleverly written.
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Thank you, Bekkie!
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pouring ghostly oil
from one leaden cloud to the next
Love the strong emotions that persisted here, Kim!
Hank
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Thanks Hank!
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