Poetry based on Photography challenge from Ankh Spice pt. 3

(c) Ankh Spice

Can you describe this beautiful photo taken by (c)Ankh Spice better than Ankh?

“a thousand miles of grey wind-calved mountains on a veil-world, material for a sorcerer’s armour, fallen bits of storm-sky, shoals of glass sharks” -Ankh Spice

” a seascape – choppy, restless pewter sea in endless unbroken waterpeaks. Long dark hills brood sleeping-dragonry alon gthe horizon, a split of orange dawn/dusk firing down the spine. The rest of the sky is exhaled smoke, beginning to tint around the ember” – Ankh Spice

Untitled from Petar Penda

Gold beams touch the sea
While they glide behind the hill,
The last greeting is mild and soft
Like lovers' kiss when parting.
Still, it makes the water shudder
Thinking of tomorrow's long day
And promises of passionate encounters.

Untitled by Jacqueline P. Dempsey-Cohen (@boscoedempsey)

All day the sun had danced on these fledgling waves
jagged hillocks gleaming like rumpled silk
limning the peaks and valleys the ridges and folds with silver glints of fire. 
Now as the sun retreats to gild the hills  
the waves rekindle its fevered touch
tamping it down to drown in fathomless depths
Swallowing it whole to sink below wrinkled water
to resurface as hammered silver jewels
A burning grace

Sunburst by Robert Allen  (www.robertallenpoet.com)

Nimbocumulus clouds
press into the mountains
like secret handshakes 
behind the hills, ablaze–
the waves not noticing as they
rake away the sea.   

The Last Wave by Christian Garduno

One earbud for you, one for me
Car Wheels on a Gravel Road
seagulls floating on the thermals
this wave starts in Petaluma
goes all the way around to Myrtle Beach
you sigh in contralto
the cavemen must have really had it all
because even the Moon is tethered
just ask the spaceman

The sky has limeade eyes
the clouds are pinstriped
I saw your soul set as the sun came up
there’s no sense in trying to interpret you
maybe it’s the bottle of dry talking
you’re the summer I hope never ends
the sea-foam grasping to reach us
I close my eyes
and the last wave is gone

Poetry from Ankh Spice : Reclaiming the birdboy  

Poetry based on photography Challenge from Ankh Spice pt. 1 

Poetry based on Photography Challenge from Ankh Spice pt 2

Poetry by Petar Penda : Tiresias


Poetry : Dying Diamond by Christian Garduno

By davidlonan1

David writes poetry, short stories, and writings that'll make you think or laugh, provoking you to examine images in your mind. To submit poetry, photography, art, please send to feversofthemind@gmail.com. Twitter: @davidLOnan1 + @feversof Facebook: DavidLONan1

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