Tattered trees pose, stark in their tracery, leaves all fallen sopping to the ground without a sound. A thin veil of amber hints at a struggling sun behind the mist, a sensual bounty across town and country. Warning of the coming chill, frost and fog cover every hill, the muffled silence broken only by the footstep echoes of the lonely.
Kim M. Russell, 29th November 2022
John Atkinson Grimshaw, A November Morning (1883)
This Tuesday’s Poetics at the dVerse Poets Pub is hosted by Merril with an ekphrastic prompt she calls The Landscape Sleeps, after a line from a John Clare poem, ‘The Shepherd’s Calendar: November’.
Merril has chosen four paintings, each depicting November in a different way. She says that the final painting does not have November in its title, but chrysanthemums are not only the November birth flower, but they are also popular autumn flowers.
Our challenge is easy-peasy: Merril asks us to choose one of the paintings and write an ekphrastic poem in any style or form.