(Hey guys. This is one of, in my opinion, my better pieces. Enjoy and I love feedback!)
PIETER'S BRUEGHEL'S HUNTERS IN THE SNOW
At last, the hunters return from their travels
though they bring no spoils to share,
Carrying their spears propped against their
bent, burden-heavy backs
With a pack of mongrel mutts at their heels.
Against the cloudless, pale blue winter sky
drained of its usual luminosity,
Towering, rocky spires beckon to the
ensconced heavens above,
Surrounding the lively valley and village beneath.
Cottages are mere auburn speckles among the
endless blanket of snow.
Frozen, sparkling rivers criss-crossing to form
icy ponds where villagers joyously frolic.
Skeleton trees reach with slender, bony fingers,
but find nothing to grasp.
Coal-colored crows perched with beady eyes,
watching like silent guardians.
What dark secrets does this seemingly serene and
cheerful town conceal?
Only the winged watchers and crackling fires
dare whisper of such treacherous knowledge.
(Background Information: This is a visual response poem, which basically means that the poem vividly describes the painting Hunters in the Snow with figurative language while incorporating your own twist on what you think it represents. It is not supposed to rhyme.)