This was written for Rattle’s Ekphrastic Challenge, January 2023. Please see the image below by Susan MacMurdy.
this is a story of miserliness a mother retold - such unhinging. see calendars scrapped and rewritten upside-down. we’ll witness a hug’s metamorphosis into a house where hearts are flames ravenous for beauty and doorways welcome the dark; where crickets stand guard counting drum beats - those savage stars - because it’s night now. see how trees are darker than their shadows. And now sky is soil and we the worms destined to writhe and buck while leaves suppose their shapes upon our souls. we will remember only ourselves holding the wick - insidious lifeline - as the world turns brown

I really like this one, Jo.
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Thanks, Tracy. I have until the end of today to submit it to the challenge. I haven’t had a lot of luck with Rattle but maybe I’ll submit it anyway. I enjoy making use of their images for inspiration.
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Good luck, Jo.
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Fantastic!
we’ll witness
a hug’s metamorphosis
into a house
where hearts are flames
ravenous for beauty
and doorways
welcome the dark;
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Thanks so much!
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Again, your imagery is simply top shelf. The image you wrote for looks to me to be of a style called “naive” art, of which I am inordinately fond.
I tried to add your blog to my bloglist at Word Garden, but it came up HUGE and took over the whole page, so I took it off. I shall have to check back more often.
–Shay
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