Sunday Scribblings posted the prompt: Covert
bird of paradise
hums in the night
whispers warnings
from a dark abyss
live wires twist away
gambol on sheer and flimsy ice
under foot and over head
faultline crackles spread
bird of paradise
crying in the night
from a dark abyss
live wires twist away
gambol on sheer and flimsy ice
under foot and over head
faultline crackles spread
bird of paradise
crying in the night
Storyteller recently posted a beautiful series of photographs of the exotic Bird of Paradise. I created this image on Bamboo Fun with Adobe Photoshop Elements, cropped in Irfanview and framed with FrameFun.
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The night can certainly be no paradise. Great words, as always, with a touch of intrigue.
loved it, the picture is so lovely! -Meg
It's like a flame of beauty.
I must say the Bird of Paradise has never been my favourite flower (too stiff) but the idea of it involved with night is a new one.
Bird of Paradise is one of my favorite flowers.
Your poem made me feel as if the bird of paradise as nature warning man of what's to come.
Love the graphic.
Thanks for visiting.
you actually came to mind when I penned the poem about leaving the corporate world! I would love to hear about your bravery about that some time! -Meg
Love the poem! It's my mom's favorite flower. It's amazing how much it does resemble a bird. Nature, even the bugs-from afar of course-, is so beautiful. Seeing this picture made me think, God really had a field day creating this world of ours;)
Love the poem and picture.
beautiful words....
I loved these lines:
"live wires twist away
gambol on sheer and flimsy ice"
Eerie visual!
Thank you for your kind comments on my stories :)
I really like the background texture you used! It seems sort of home-y and rustic, which is an interesting juxtaposition against the exotic bird of paradise.
What a lovely post. The words and the picture are perfect.
You really hit this one out of the park. And the picture captures perfectly the words.
Mothers in Arms
always a delight to read
excellent pairing of visual art and words ...
peace,
JP/deb
Highly visual...
I dream in brown
beautifully enigmatic poem -- one does not usually associate the tropical bird of paradise with sheets of ice.
Bird of a non feather kind, indeed. Your words captured night's tragedy well. Very visual poem. Have a nice day.
words and image just stunning - this painting especially really speaks - the poem very thought provoking - interesting with the image and without - Nice!!
Thanks for commenting on Old Grizz's site. It is always wonderful to read your comments. I saw your picture and poem early and meant to comment then but did not have time. Your art is beautiful. You have made the flower come alive and I love the orange. I am going to plant one and watch it every night for earthquake warnings.
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