Feathery white streaks
stark against the darkening blue sky
as death tiptoes across green hills
an impossible stillness in the storm brewing
above his teetering crown, a ruler in another time
death comes calling
to pronounce with his spear
names on a lengthy scroll.
photo: Ars bene moriendi, France 1470-1480
NaPoWriMo Day 24 – Ekphrastic poetry.
dVerse – Quadrille Monday. Include the word still.