18 February: Sunset the Colour of Soup

AI sunset in the snowy forest

A Sunset the Colour of Soup

A leafless wood,
and clawing roots on the path

Wind drives a slant of snow at us,
whips around like sharp words,
and our legs feel mortal and fitful
in this soulless winter of centuries,

and he says, Look at those cows.
They look half petrified.

And I agree, it’s late, it’s dusk in this
blueness of cold. And the sun
lights a touchpaper on the horizon.
It burns crimson in a slow sweep.

And I say, Let’s go home, light the fire,
and warm up with some tomato soup.


Published by Ten Penny Players February 2023 issue. AI Digital Art is mine and created using Midjourney’s bot (v4). Image and poem ©Misky 2023 Shared on Twitter #amwriting @midjourney

8 responses to “18 February: Sunset the Colour of Soup”

  1. Oh I love love love this. It sent tingles in my skin. The snow like sharp words. The touch paper sky. And the gorgeous tomato soup. Beautiful!

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    1. Thank you! ❤️

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  2. As Worms said, tingly! The person in your graphic looks half petrified, too. Loved it, Misky!
    I figured it had to be tomato or borscht. Tomato is a lot easier 🍅

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    1. I’m not wildly keen on borscht. The occasion called for tomato, I think.

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  3. delicious work, M. Thanks

    Like

  4. I love potato soup and will have some today in honor of this beautiful poem of yours ❤️

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