“Portrait of Sylvia Schou” (1911) painted by Thorvald Hellesen (1888 – 1937) Shadowed with dark cloud suspicion In weighted hues of benefit Surreptitious and forbidden Shadowed with dark cloud suspicion Repeat offense? First commission? One cost of social tarriffing Shadowed with dark cloud suspicion In weighted hues of benefit triolet form Lillian is today’s host…
Category: ekphrastic
Tanka Tuesday 318 — Please See Me Again!
The Expected One 1860, painting by Ferdinand Georg Waldmüller (Museum: Bavarian State Painting Collections) Lost in each incarnation, She rouses to rose perfume; Another regret of love passed. Forever he waits on bended knee For her to see him again; alas she’s Lost in each incarnation. From hills to fields to woodland path Generations have…
Tanka Tuesday 312 — Ekphrastic Tanka
Claude Monet, “The Artist’s Garden at Giverny” Red blossoms dangle, pink lipstick forget-me-nots line memory lane; taste of our kisses linger, perfumed eternal summer. Tanka form Colleen Chesebro is the host of Tanka Tuesday. Colleen says: 💐 This week, using the painting as your inspiration, please write either a syllabic poetry form or a freestyle…
TSM 245 — Cuppajoe
I found relief in silhouettes drab outlines of daily life where blue flame makes fresh coffee highlights. Photo by Justin Peters Once sick I craved chaos moonlight’s molten smack that oozed my grey goo – until the cane rapped; cried Image Source surprise, holster roulette’s glok, clatter the mask, ask, go back to the beginning…
Tanka Tuesday Ekphrastic — Winter Farewell
Boughton, George Henry; The Lady of the Snows; Walker Art Gallery Wander along beach in winter to where I promised to forget. Because a murmur hummed, I danced in wonder’s song and broke my vow. Another me, one calm and wise, wanders along beach in winter. A lady wrapped in finery; defenses for ghosts lingered…
Tanka Tuesday 302 — Dawn’s Blankets
Terri Webster Shrandt Dawn’s pink and blue crystal blankets Faux-warm, smiling crystal blankets Quiet world stirs, begins anew Our home hearth burns Wind lost, aimless chimney smoke curls Disperses in lightening sky Dawn’s pink and blue crystal blankets Our home hearth burns Yesterday’s blizzard swept away Awake, awed with morning’s pastel, Sip hot coffee and…
dVerse — Poetics — Ekphrastic senryu
twirling in freedom sick child dances in heaven parents weep at grave Right now I’m reading George Saunders’ 2017 novel, “Lincoln in the Bardo,” which revolves around Abraham’s son, Willie’s, death as a child and how Willie finds himself in a purgatory-type place called Bardo. Seeing this image immediately made me think of Willie Lincoln….
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