EKPHRASTIC POETRY
Hoarding the Moon and the Stars
Words inspired by artwork
There are days I feel as twisted as the ocean or as tangled as the clouds.
Some things in life will never change. Let’s call it
Murphy’s Law. What little spill can go awry,
often will. The tide inevitably will turn. What goes up,
must come down. And the most cynical pathway to hell is paved
with cobblestone and good intention. But even in the abyss, there is
always hope.
A lien is still a lien. A kiss is still a kiss.
My mind, a cage, still my prison.
Like a paper moon lusting for the universe or the insatiable stars who want to be loved again and again.
You’ll find me here, holding my tongue. Counting pennies. Counting stars. For mere survival. Dreaming the good life.
Destiny or determination.
Are the paths we take ours alone?
Are we seduced or repelled by what the future holds?
Who will condemn us once the gentle night falls?
And what are the odds of Murphy’s Law
infiltrating the moments
beyond the break of dawn?
Until then, let me hoard the beauty of the moon and the stars,
of the sea and the sky.
Grace notes: In this painting, I see the gentleman as the much broader metaphor for Life, seducing us to go down one path or another. Or should we call it Fate or Fortune?
This ekphrastic poetry is writing inspired by an image or a visual work of art and can serve as a writing prompt, connecting art with the written word.
I love the aesthetic of this literary art form. Find an image, a painting or a photo that sparks your interest, uncage your mind and words may come to you.
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