My Piece of Red

Landschaft (1935)

 by Emil Nolde 

The red sky

Framed in my

Night-time window

Is sometimes

A piece fallen

Out of a childhood nightmare.

And sometimes

A suffocating

Expanse

Of erased stars

And swallowed air crafts.

Sometimes,

It is so still

It seems it is sore

And taut in pain.

Sometimes,

It is alive.

But barely.

But it is almost always

A dull red.

Like blood

Of a long long time ago.