What Will Be, Ekphrastic Challenge, Day 21

Inspired by the images by Jane Cornwell and John Law

This small, soft hand, bath-cleaned
of sticky treats and all the business of a summer day–
mud-castle building, caterpillar catching, and treasure digging.

Like Daddy, as his pretend pick strikes the dirt.

And her heart lurched,
fluttered a canary-winged warning.
Not my son,
his cheeks sun-glowed, his nose freckled,
his deposition sunny,
not life-etched grey with
coal-tattooed lungs that rattled–
no more,

the darkness, dirt, and danger,
not for my son, the estranging underground life.
He will hear the blackbird sing,
and in the dappled light, he’ll dream.

A poem for Day 21 of Paul Brookes’ Ekphrastic Challenge. Today Paul is dedicating the challenge to the memory of poet Dai Fry. You can see all of the art and read the poems here.

Too Late: Ekphrastic Challenge, Day 15

Cosmic after-
glow, echoes of light,
and matter
through time, before time
before our time–eons

of coursing
color no one sees–
from the sky
to the sea
repeating cycles, fractals
and Fibonacci

on the beach,
a nautilus shell—
you hold it,
at its spiral curves, ancient
sailor, now moored here

amidst stones
and gull laughs, soaring
as Gaia
cups the world.
This is how life unfolds, in
circles and seasons

without hate.
Too late for her, or
him, or them—
the Other—
though filled with stardust, too. See
how cycles repeat?

A shadorma sequence for Paul Brooke’s Ekphrastic Challenge, Day 15. We’re halfway through! You can read the other poems here. My work is inspired by all three works of art. I am behind on replying to comments and visiting other posts because I’ve had to finish paying work this week, but I will catch up in the next couple of days. This will be my NaPoWriMo poem for today because I know I won’t have time to get to the prompt.

Connected: Ekphrastic Challenge, Day 10

Star-sparked and sea-born,
all connected–
homeless man, his faithful dog,
hawks, the trees—you and me–
from unknown light and ethereal blues,
every shape and all the hues,
space dust and double helix spring, repeating
fractals in everything—patterns spread, threaded
through the eye of time,
from star to sea, we slither, smile, bark,
howl at the moon, fear the dark—

and so, the universe never asks—what is
the beginning, what is the end—
it just is, when and then, again.

Paul Brookes’ Ekphrastic Challenge, Day 10. I was inspired by all three works today. You can read the other poems here.

The Story: Ekphrastic Challenge, Day 3

Inspired by all three works of art by John Law, Kerfe Roig, and Jane Cornwell

Is it once upon a time, or always and forever,

the wind and sky whisper
the sound of light and shadow,

timebound and timeless? Like magic, the flowers come,
white snowdrops, then red roses, and finally autumn golden
chrysanthemums, a wave of sunglow against the browning earth–

and turtle, ancient and wise, moves
through each season, each year, steady–
does he carry the impulsive rabbit?

So, the elders say. Be like the turtle, cautious, constant,
they warn you, do not go out alone,
your dark cloak will turn blood-red–

woman-child, it is your sin, remember
you must not tempt the wolves.

But like a turtle, you are wise. You know a man is not a wolf,
that it doesn’t matter what you wear—

and you dream—and this is the story you tell your children–

you are seed and flower,
turtle, rabbit, and wolf, howling–

you are earth and sky
living beyond time, hearing
the sound of light and shadow, always and forever,
once upon a time.

This is for Paul Brookes annual National Poetry Month Ekphrastic Challenge. Check out his site for all the poets and artists. There are more poets participating than are listed in the title.

The Boat: Ekphrastic Challenge, Day 2

Tourists gone, summer a lingering whisper
a gilded shimmer, gold on blue.

Now the geese fly south
through feathery clouds, dark shapes on the water,
like dreams, they vanish

in the morning breeze, colder than it was yesterday.
I’ll take the boat out today. There will be rainbows in the spindrift,
and laughter in the gulls’ cries,

and I’ll laugh, too, remembering,
the sun-glow on your hair, the warmth in your kisses.

The second day of Paul Brookes’ Ekphrastic Challenge. Visit his Wombwell Rainbow site to see all of the fabulous art and poets.

The Bittern: Ekphrastic Poetry Challenge, Day 1

She used to play with friends,
wander with giggle-shouts through houses and yards,
shared classroom papers, projects, and lunches
together they were

no longer. Her small body—
so heart-heavy, slumped. She had loved her grandmother.

Now, she watched as from marsh to garden, a bittern flew.
stared at her with Grandmom’s eyes, and straight-beaked
pointed. Here is the path—she seemed to say–
remember me, remember this.

Alone once more, the girl stood, a tiny bit lighter.

I am participating in an ekphrastic poetry challenge this month hosted by Paul Brookes of Wombwell Rainbow. There are three artists and several poets. For each day we can choose to respond to one, two, or all three of the works. On Paul’s page you can see all of the artwork, and all of the poetry for that day. My thanks to Paul for the challenge, and to all of the artists for their work. This is also my NaPoWriMo poem for today. I’m also linking it to Open Link Night at dVerse, where Lillian is hosting.