Responding to all three works of art for Day Fifteen Paul Brookes’ Special January Ekphrastic Challenge.
Nothing and Something
From nothing, something—
a boom, a rush
of feathered light, star-dusted gas swirl-twirls
air, water into life. From the sea, we come
from the deep-water blue, crawling, falling, squalling
voices, reaching hands toward the azure sky—
from which, after the snow blows and goes,
spring rains pitter-pat on rocks and stones, and
from a pastel palette, petrichor will rise,
like birds, into the air,
but you won’t be here to smell it, or to see the flowers
emerge slowly from cold, dark ground. Treasures thought lost,
now found,
like time. Do we have more or less of it?
I don’t understand the time before time, without stars,
an infinite nothingness beyond black.
I know there’s a hole where you once were,
but it’s plugged with memories, an ocean, deep and wide. I can swim
through them, through the shadowed caverns, like a fish. At the surface,
the ripples gleam, like smiles—the water dances in the light.
I know there’s. Hole where you once were. Epic line. This is good.
Thank you so much!
Reblogged this on The Wombwell Rainbow.
Thank you, Paul.
I enjoyed this, Merril. Thanks for sharing!
Thank you, Jill!
From the very beginning to endless ends…I understand time less and less every day. (K)
Yes, I’m right with you on that!
This group of images poses a particular challenge, but you met it admirably. This is the section of the poem I will take away with me:
From the sea, we come
from the deep-water blue, crawling, falling, squalling
voices, reaching hands toward the azure sky—
from which, after the snow blows and goes,
spring rains pitter-pat on rocks and stones, and
from a pastel palette, petrichor will rise.
Thank you, Liz. Thank you for your close reading.
I’m surprised that you thought these images posed a particular challenge. I think I could have written a poem for each–I liked them all–but I just didn’t have the time.
You’re welcome, Merril. Coming up with a coherent whole from the three and moving among them would be difficult for me. I’m enjoying observing how you’re making meaning out of these challenge images.
Thank you so much. If I can find a way to relate two or three of them, I do, and otherwise, I just respond to one. It has been a challenge–but in a good way. 😀
You’re welcome!
Marvellous images; splendid movement; a feast of sound; neat alliteration; and this phrase: ‘I know there’s a hole where you once were,
but it’s plugged with memories,’
Who could ask for more?
Thank you so much for your comment, Derrick. Much appreciated!
I, too loved the last stanza! The evolution of the species is what it felt like, all to arrive at this place where we now ask why?
Thank you so much! Yes, evolution of species–birth of the universe–and our nature to ask why.
😀