Creation

“Listen,” by Catrin Welz-Stein

She is ever young and ancient, too,
mistress, mother, destroyer, divine,
she births the world, but burrows, then weeps
in cold blood darkness, and there she sleeps–

and when she dreams, the flowers bloom
on roots, warm-spun from her honeyed hair,
and ladybugs skitter, scatter, fly
beneath sun-kissed clouds and azure sky.

She is woman, goddess, earthโ€™s true love,
diamond-eyed, rose and chocolate-scented
breast-achy, she nurses–but then sighs–
all that comes, goes, all that lives, yet dies.

An ekphrastic poem for dVerse, where Lillian is hosting and received permission from artist Catrin Welz-Stein to post four images of her work. We are permitted to choose only one of these four images to use as springboard for poetic fancy.

51 thoughts on “Creation

  1. Oh Merril…thhis is a wonderful response to the image! For me, it’s almost mythical. These words I especially love
    “nd ladybugs skitter, scatter, fly
    beneath sun-kissed clouds and azure sky.”
    but in reality, I love it all! ๐Ÿ™‚

  2. So very good. What a pleasure to read something that touches the soul. You have created a work that expresses exactly what drew me to this image. A truly awesome combination of words and image. Thank you.

  3. A most gorgeously woven ekphrastic poem, Merril! ๐Ÿ’ I love; “and when she dreams, the flowers bloom on roots, warm-spun from her honeyed hair.” Wow! ๐Ÿ˜

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