A god deposed / do the tears flow from your eyes?
Head resting on the ground / sorrow at our parting?
No more adoration/ the heat of passion is now cool indifference, but
Feeling sadness for what will never be/ feeling sadness for what was
Your perspective has changed / you head toward the distant horizon, considering
You look toward clouds charcoal-hued/ stormy-browed
Like dark feathers stealing across the sky / full of thunder
And cry immutable tears/ without hope
This is in response to Jane Dougherty’s Poetry Challenge. This week Jane asked us to use the charcoal drawing above (“Tears” by Odilon Redon) and all or some of these words: tears, horizon, fly, hue, stealing. I wrote a cleave poem: each side is a discrete poem, but the two sides can also be read together–so three poems in all.