#Ekphrastic Poem dVerse

Personal Reflection, politics, refugees 1 Minute

Standing Firm

Claude Monet “Woman with a Parasol, Madame Monet and Her Son”
See darling,
the ragged clouds
how God has breathed
like Papa’s pipe smoke
and torn the sky

this wind is Earth’s inkling
of the will of God

turn your face into it
and give thanks
for its flat palms
and softened fingers
see, darling
how we have dodged
the wrath and ripping

the gorse may bow,
the lake-water tip its caps
and the rabbit crouch

but we needn’t be afraid

stand tall, darling
we’ll stick our hat pins
a little more viciously
and hold our parasols
with two white hands
and our stiff, cobbled boots
will hold tight to the soil

that’s right, darling
we will not be moved today

Written for MerrilDSmith’s Poetic prompt on dVerse “March Wind Ekphrastic”

Published by abigfatcanofworms

We all walk in the dark. But if we hold hands, perhaps the dark won't be as scary.

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7 thoughts on “#Ekphrastic Poem dVerse”

  3. Light guilds everything you write. I read your poetry and it puts me in such an contemplative mood. Gifted doesn’t begin to describe your talent. I love your writing. 🙂

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