I’ve been intrigued to learn about ‘ekphrastic’ poems, from Alison Smith, who runs the womens Facebook group ‘Womens school for metamorphosis, radical change from the inside out’
https://www.facebook.com/groups/wsmradicalchangeinsideout/?ref=share
I belong to a poetry sub group of this group, called ‘The poetry garden and vision circle’ where we have been learning about, and trying our hand at, various poetic forms. The ekphrastic poem is a prose poem arising from an image
Here is mine, from the image above( which is of a corner of our sun room in County Donegal, Ireland):
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‘Water to spare’
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A dog’s tail, an empty chair, an empty terracotta pot. Anticipation. Lush. Inside outside interaction. Who waters? Who sits? Who is the sleeping collie waiting for?
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Yellow wall and red geraniums, green growth of many shades and shapes. Who chose the vibrant warm wall colour? A corner of a cane table with text heavy folded paper. A broadsheet. Who reads?
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Can we guess the occupants’ race or creed or country? Could it be North America or Europe? It doesn’t seem parched enough for Africa or most of Asia or Australia. Water to spare for pretty household plants, a collie in the house not herding sheep or cattle. Time enough for reading the Times.
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Just a glance at a small corner of a lucky life lifts and heals my heavy heart.
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