They were holding umbrellas
made of stone
granite I think, pink
like the kind that seeps
from moss on my walks
by the old quarry.
Umbrellas of stone
but inverted as if
the lion winds of March
caught them off guard,
as if they were vessels now
large stone blossoms
held overhead
in a field of people
frozen in time
and waiting out a storm.
©2020, Jen Payne. National #NaPoWriMo. National Poetry Writing Month. For more about the umbrella art installation pictured above, see “Enchanting Cloud of 1,100 Umbrellas Suspend Above a Grand Hall,” By Kristine Mitchell. If you like this poem, you can read similar in my books, available from Three Chairs Publishing on my ETSY SHOP. They come autographed, with gratitude and a small gift.
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2 replies on “8 – Dream’s Landscape”
The storm is here.
Yup.