The painting I chose to write to for Paul Brookes’ challenge is I speak, but you do not listen by P.A. Morbid.

The voices no one hears

The great green and blue that spins
and has spun its dreaming stories
and changed its face with the passing millennia
speaks in a hundred thousand tongues.

It sings in bird throats, river running,
wind sighing, the roaring of the waves,
cat growl, wolf howl
and the opening of a rose.

Yet we have never heard a word
of the eternal song that blazes in sun-glory
and the racing green of sap;

we spin our own story spiked with tears
and the barbs and thorns of razor wire.