Dark clouds of stone
Three maidens lone,
Wait for the ship up close,
To finally reach the coast.
Brothers
Or perhaps lovers,
Will soon reunite.
Or maybe fathers
And daughters,
To meet before night.
Up high on the windmill,
Sits the old mill worker,
Watching like the ghost of a lurker
Restoring a long lost will
The creek of the wooden gears,
Remember all their years,
Sounding to the passing,
Of every single breeze.
The waves collide against the shore,
With sounds like melodious notes,
A song only known by Sailors,
From the days spent alone
The distant church bell rings
In the town to mark the hour.
But not a single flower,
In the meadow to be seen.
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Today's prompt was Ekphrastic Poetry (Inspired by a famous painting) with a min word-count of 125. It was tough but I braved through it! :3
(An ekphrastic poem is a vivid description of a scene or, more commonly, a work of art.)
Painting: The Windmill at Wijk bij Duurstede - Jacob van Ruisdael
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An Arcane Scrapbook Collection
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