The Hunters in the Snow
After Pieter Breughel the Elder
I love the perspective, the trees all straight,
Four horizontal lines, dark, receding.
The sense of cold creeping out of the frame,
Frozen; a picture in time and place.
A child watching the fire in the foreground,
Two stokers, a man lifting a table.
Poor pickings for hunters in winter,
Even the dogs follow dejectedly.
On the horizon by jagged mountains,
A bird dips, caught between sky and the snow.
David Marshall is a UK based buy american tramadol poet and teacher. His poetry is influenced strongly by art, music and the things around him, usually people he meets on the London underground or his cats. He has been published by the e-zines Mardibooks, Whisker and The Crocodile and New Cartography, as well as in print with Miracle Magazine. This is his website.