Photo by Bruce Omori (extremeexposures.com)‘Black and Red’ by Daniel Moreschi The Society January 19, 2022 Beauty, Poetry 9 Comments . Black and Red Within a latent, pathless peak, A mountain’s womb begins to leak The flicker of a fervent hue, When primal mantles stir a brew. This billow turns into a cloud That sprinkles as a stony shroud, While foam and fume pervade a thrust And stoke the trails of a cradled crust. From black and red come ash and flame That time can neither calm nor tame Which elevate a graceful guise Till light and dark contest the skies. Where ancient scapes and woodland limbs Succumb to the breach of sylvan rims, A lasting swath of lava might Consumes the still to seize the night. The dawn bestows a hopeful path Of new beginnings born from wrath, With all that was, a thing of lore, While dormant lies the base once more. Previously published by Westmoreland Arts & Heritage Festival 2021 . . Daniel Moreschi is a poet from Neath, South Wales, UK. After life was turned upside down by his ongoing battle with severe M.E., he rediscovered his passion for poetry that had been dormant since his teenage years. Daniel has been acclaimed by various poetry competitions, including The Oliver Goldsmith Literature Festival, the Westmoreland Arts & Heritage Festival, and the Jurica-Suchy Nature Museum’s Nature Poetry Contest. NOTE TO READERS: If you enjoyed this poem or other content, please consider making a donation to the Society of Classical Poets. The Society of Classical Poets does not endorse any views expressed in individual poems or comments. CODEC News:Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) 9 Responses Margaret Coats January 19, 2022 Daniel, I very much enjoyed this handsome poem representing a volcanic blast. The tetrameter gives it a rather jaunty tone, suited to displaying the event as a normal flash of nature. The choice of descriptive words is excellent; they are well used especially when the usage seems unexpected, as in “lava might” (for power) and “consumes the still” (for silence). I notice several singular verbs that should be plural because the subject is compound. Foam and fume “pervade” a thrust and “stoke” the trails. Ash and flame “come” from black and red. Ash and flame also “elevate” a graceful guise. And light and dark “contest” the skies. Fixing these little things (which our moderator can do if you say so) will make reading easier. Reply Daniel Moreschi January 19, 2022 Hi Margaret, thank you very much for your kind and inspiring words on the piece, as well as for your feedback on what ought to be adjusted. I would be grateful if these changes could be applied. How may I contact the moderator? Reply Daniel Moreschi January 19, 2022 I have since figured out how. Thank you once again. Mike Bryant January 19, 2022 Daniel, the corrections are done… Mike D.G. Rowe January 20, 2022 Top quality. A sumptuous, subtly enigmatic, elegant painting of words, dear chap. Superb prosodic craftmanship. Proper good poem this is. Reply Daniel Moreschi January 20, 2022 Hi D., you’re too kind. Thank you very much for taking the time to share your reaction on reading. Reply Daniel Moreschi January 20, 2022 Thank you kindly for your views and such generous praise, Jerry. Reply James A. Tweedie January 24, 2022 Daniel, I particularly enjoyed the phrase, “…the trails of a cradled crust.” Having once enjoyed the memorable experience of standing close enough to oozing lava to poke it with a stick, I can affirm that those words capture the image perfectly. A rare occurrence, I should think, in Wales. Reply Daniel Moreschi January 27, 2022 James, thank you for your kind words. That must have been a wonderful experience to be that close to flowing lava. I have only been able to appreciate that on National Geographic to date. By the way, although I am new here, I have at least been reading through a lot of the wonderful poetry to be found, and I wanted to say that “Evening Idyll” is one of my favourite things that I’ve ever read. Reply Leave a Reply Cancel ReplyYour email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email. Δ This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.