Day 30, Ekphrastic Challenge, My poem, Rainbow Dreams

Day 30 inspired by all three works. This is the final day of the month-long challenge. This is a san san.

Rainbow Dreams

A rainbow in my dreams–
cantaloupe sky, pink quartz beach, and light-drenched trees
dripping green, gold, blue. Here birds stop to perch
on chromatic rocks. Yet nothing remains as it seems–
shadows come, even within dreams, my mind sees
but also alters. Gulls become robins whose birdsong brings
dawn-light to forest—now, color-spray the birch
with rainbow stripes and feathers. In dreams, my heart sings.

Thank you to Paul Brookes for hosting this April Ekphrastic Challenge. It has been a wonderful experience. You can see the art and read the other responses by going to Paul’s site here.

The artists are Gaynor Kane, John Phandal Law, and Anjum Wasim Dar. Thank you for your wonderful  and inspiring art! I’m giving them a round of applause–and also one for the other poets! 👏

NaPoWriMo: Selkie

 

From the sea, she walks ashore, seal-skin slips

from her body, she stands now unadorned,

save for shimmering hair unbound and flowing

down her back, laced with dulse, she whips

this hair round her body. Girded thus, the sea foresworn

from her human form, she lingers; yet captured

by the sunlight, body glowing, hair in sea-wind blowing,

hearing her lover call, she turns then, bewitched, enraptured.

 

NapoWriMo, Day 20  I started out trying to write a kenning, “calling something not by its actual name, but by a sort of clever, off-kilter description,” which was today’s prompt. I didn’t quite manage the kenning, but I did write a san san, “an eight line poem using three images repeated three times and a rhyme scheme that goes: abcabdcd” for Jane Dougherty’s poetry challenge.

 

 

 

 

 

 

NaPoWriMo: Brothers

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Graceful leap in streaming sunshine, the cat waits

still, but for his twitching tail, watching the elusive prey.

Another cat, sleeps in the waning sunlight.

Brothers of other mothers, they’re playmates,

sometimes foes, they chase, and wrestle, stay

or slumber, following the arcane rules that cats keep–

rules unknown to humans. But now as sun fades and night

falls softly, they sprint, then patter; they groom themselves, then sleep.

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NaPoWriMo, Day 15; I’m using today’s prompt to write about pairs or couple with yesterday’s form, a san san, an eight-line poem that repeats three terms or images three times. The rhyme scheme is abc abd cd.