Soft blue shadows
On deep and fleecy snow
Hiding what's beneath it's blanket
Soft blue shadows
Beneath the dead grey sky
A tiny cabin sits snowbound
Soft blue shadows
Through barbwire brambles I
Stare to see if life is within
Soft blue shadows
As from the brick chimney
Thin dark smoke is falling straight up
Soft blue shadows
Within a small landscape
So familiar, so remote
Nov 26, 2012
Nov 26, 2012 at 11:00 PM UTC
Soft blue shadows
On deep and fleecy snow
Hiding what's beneath it's blanket
Soft blue shadows
Beneath the dead grey sky
A tiny cabin sits snowbound
Soft blue shadows
Through barbwire brambles I
Stare to see if life is within
Soft blue shadows
As from the brick chimney
Thin dark smoke is falling straight up
Soft blue shadows
Within a small landscape
So familiar, so remote
This poem was inspired by a painting by my Father, Alexander Francis Walker. He painted it shortly after he returned from the war. It has always given me a certain sense of dread, fascination, beauty, sadness and yearning.
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