Julé Cunningham on Nostr: Flood When all's said, and done, if civilisation drowns the last colour to go will be ...
Flood
When all's said, and done,
if civilisation drowns
the last colour to go
will be gold -
the light on a glass,
the prow of a gondola,
the name of a rosewood piano
as silence engulfs it.
And first to return
to a waterlogged world,
the rivers slipping out to sea,
the cities steaming,
will be gold,
one dip from Bellini's brush,
feathers of angels, Cinquecente nativities,
and all that follows.
--Gillian Clarke
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(Art credit: Patricia Pinto)
When all's said, and done,
if civilisation drowns
the last colour to go
will be gold -
the light on a glass,
the prow of a gondola,
the name of a rosewood piano
as silence engulfs it.
And first to return
to a waterlogged world,
the rivers slipping out to sea,
the cities steaming,
will be gold,
one dip from Bellini's brush,
feathers of angels, Cinquecente nativities,
and all that follows.
--Gillian Clarke
#FridayPoem #TodaysPoem #poetry npub1kt3hutklgrma64ykjwk4trxq9rtyfnxhkjz729g4pd9xl7hzhrjse75004 (npub1kt3…5004)
(Art credit: Patricia Pinto)