"Storm Rolling In" - watercolor
We watched…
over the lake
angry clouds pass
We saw…
Suddenly . . .
wind shift
We stared…
mesmerized by
the awesome beast
We ran…
chased by monster
head for cover
We looked…
out window
torrential rain
We gasped…
small trees blowing
Tall trees falling
We sighed…
black beast departed
calm restored
We were amazed…
Destructive force
size of fallen trees
We thanked
God
everyone was safe
We remember…
a Friday evening
at Dunkirk Camp
Comments on: "Storm Rolling In" (4)
Wonderfully descriptive words to accompany your excellent watercolor!
The painting and the poem don’t do the experience justce. It was awesome to see storm clouds change direction and head right towards you. Then to watch the trees being blown down.
Did you consider swirling motions with the brush? Some magenta and yellow. You say, “The painting and the poem don’t do the experience justice”. Maybe you could try acrylic because you could experiment with rapid changes and re-tries until you get exactly what you want. Did Turner do storm paintings you could look at? If you can remember what was awesome and what was frightening — those elements could be added to the poem. Maybe if you wrote out what happened in a page of prose, you could pick out a few new phrases to add to the poem. What could a monster do to you that a storm could also do. Could you relate the characteristics of a monster to the characteristics of a storm? What is the monster’s roar like. What is the claw of the storm, the bite of the storm, the sweat of the storm.
Thank you for your comments, Doug. I usually paint with acrylic but this one called out “watercolor”. This painting was mostly from memory and a few notes I took the next day. Seeing the dark clouds over the lake before the storm hit looked pretty much like the painting. I know I have to work more on metaphores with my poems.