Online journal capturing the moment and the memory of moments. A meadow meditation. |
| Jacques in his pulpit In your negritude, black embraced, embellished with streaks of emerald, ivory, aquamarine and rose, full-throated cry to survive the bogs, those dark places of oppression, relegated to flies and gators. Shadow-nurtured, arising from dark rich earth, come here, come here, to the unquenched hunger of the swamp. Come here. I too am hungry. © Kåre Enga 2024 (9.august.2024) 15 lines, free verse. Based on painting by George O'Keefe, "Jack-in-the-pulpit" |