achy
like a cloven
kiss
red dot at
the record store
allowances
all spent
on sharps –
and squid ink
quell me not,
empty pockets
find me
this beaky stick
this feather poke
indulge me
once just
just once
just seal
my waxen cell
(pro)fane
Day Six at napowrimo.net asks us for an ekphrastic poem. (Such a great word!) Ekphrastic poems are ones written in response to another work of art. Specifically, today, we’re asked to take the point of view of someone – or some thing in Hieronymous Bosch’s The Garden of Earthly Delights.
Today was a inspirational struggle, so…well, here’s where I ended up. I’m this guy – getting an indulgence for my sins to lessen my stay in purgatory.
Such a great response to a strange and curious image. To kiss a pig!
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Thank you! It doesn’t feel to me like a great response, but I love that you like it!
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