For Day Nineteen of Paul Brookes’ Special January Ekphrastic Challenge, I’ve responded to these two works of art. These challenges are getting more difficult (for me).
With sharp-toothed anger,
the populace tears and claws–
then stops to celebrate
the gods—carnage and salvation–
sowing what they reap, in
exhalation and inebriation,
the world turned upside-down,
the rule of fools’ attempts to answer
what is, believing what was not.
Chance here comes,
fate is both baited and awaited.
Now what is we do not know—
but don a mask, break a glass,
hope for treats and not disaster.
A period of darkness comes—
but always light comes after.