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| A steaming fumarole in the Azores |
So
she waits to hear what I will say
that
yellow dress
that
arm clutching those figs so dark
and
I see it all.
See
nothing, just my questions one after the
other.
Pearls
grasping my neck, her black hair
held ...
A bit late tackling the prompt today, an ekphrastic poem - one that is prompted by a work from a different art genre e.g. painting, photo etc. A poem that was published in a WEA (Workers Educational Association) collection from the Hebden Bridge (UK) class that I attend fairly regularly, and which had limited distribution. The photo (above) I took was also chosen as the cover for the collection.
If I could properly find my way through my paper files then I'd have mentioned and/or shown the painting that prompted it! But for the moment the poem must stand on its own merits.
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