Sarah’s ekphrastic prompt at dVerse featured the art of Lee Madgwick. The prompt closed before I got a chance to respond, but here is my poem inspired by this painting. I may write more inspired by the others.
Grey-furred clouds sit cat-like
ready to pounce
a breeze strokes the marsh grass—
sighs at the water-whispers,
secret murmurs heard by fish and birds
who swim and fly, here and gone because
time here is as fluid
as the endless river before me
going nowhere or everywhere,
ebbing and flowing concurrently
like conversations at a holiday dinner
where words from the past linger
and mingle with what is spoken
and what is left unsaid,
a barred door
or one open to possibility,
this world of dreams is one universe
of many where stars hum far in the distance.
Now an empty boat waits for me,
I will enter and exit many times
without remembering . . .
until I do.