Things Are Looking Up

Sometimes I am the angry indication of an accidental fire, blanketing the innocents around me.
Sometimes I am a jet stream, a memory of power, of surging to a destination.

Sometimes I am just a wisp, a series of horse tails flicking at the cool outer reaches of the atmosphere, remote.Sometimes I am the big-bellied pregnant mother of the skies, threatening to break water over needy landscapes.
Sometimes, I am a gallery of surreal portraits, none remaining constant- I can’t stay still.
Sometimes I am the accessories drawer to the sun, my purples and pinks and oranges there to show off her beauty.
Sometimes I am a magician, with my pockets full of rainbows.
Sometimes I am an artist, my palette and my canvas full of blank promise.

Sometimes I like to lean on mountains for support- they never shift.

Sometimes I wait for the evening to descend, and in the morning, like an afterthought, I lift.
Sometimes I lift the hems of my cloak, to display my hoarded silver.
Sometimes I seem as full-bodied as the earth, and
Sometimes I am merely an echo of breath on a cool morning.
Sometimes I am as small as a man’s hand, cupped over the horizon, and

Sometimes I dominate, a shadow-parent adopting all of mankind.

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*Photograph by Eric Eatwell

*Words by Scott Dunlop

http://www.eatwellgallery.co.za/

3 Responses to “Things Are Looking Up”

1. Joy says:

   November 16, 2009 at 9:43 am

   awesome awesome. *applause*
2. liquid pixel says:

   November 19, 2009 at 4:08 pm

   Enjoyed this. Technically a good write as well, but the true power lies in the evocative imagery, and enhanced by the beautiful photo.

   Kudos – my favourite line: “Sometimes I lift the hems of my cloak, to display my hoarded silver.”
3. halicon says:

   February 26, 2010 at 8:23 pm

   great photo… and good words