Happy Poetry Friday! Welcome, everyone! (Wondering what Poetry Friday is? Click here.)
It’s still moving chaos in the Salas household! Today (Thursday), we closed on both our old place and our new place. Now we’re in a hotel nearby this coming week as we get some work done in the new place and do some work ourselves, as much as we can without interfering with painters and floorers.
This month, our Poetry Princess challenge was an ekphrastic poem–a poem written in response to a piece of art. I was shoulder high in boxes and didn’t get to join in with our live writing session. Second month in a row (and hopefully the last time I’ll miss it!). :>( So I have no idea what all my poetry sisters have gotten up to.
I just know I saw this image and dove right into a draft.
Can’t wait to see what my Poetry Sisters have come up with–and I’m sure they have the invite for next month in their posts, if you’d like to post along with us in June. I’m not organized enough to have that info at hand as I scramble to put this post together!
Kelly
Liz
Sara
Tanita
Tricia
Andi
Click here to see all our previous Poetry Princesses collaborations.
Don’t forget the Poetry Roundup, hosted this week by poet and watercolorist Michelle Kogan!
14 Responses
“could the be the skeletons of wings?” What a fascinating line…what a fascinating photo. I’m drawn into the questioning.
I love the question, Laura. It’s a poignant poem that can be held in one’s heart!
Laura, I wish you well this weekend as you maneuver two life changes. Selling and Buying is not an easy operation especially when they coincide. Your poem speaks volumes of lie changes. Flying off desires blend with bits that don’t fit and parts that need hiding as we try to break through the process and move forward. Well done — where did you have the time. I created a draft for the challenge. thoughts kept spinning as I long for a sight of the ocean.
Thanks, Carol. Yeah, it was the only writing I did that day. One 30-minute writing session, plus one 30-minute session to make the Canva graphic. Thanks for all the good wishes. We moved from Florida 31 years ago…I still miss the ocean (even though we didn’t live near it and only got to it occasionally). Thanks for all the good wishes. Things are going well, but at 100 mph!
Laura, your ekphrastic poem about this art work at the Smithsonian is magical and full of woman-power! I feel your power as you write poems with shoulder-high boxes around you and now staying in a hotel between homes. I think those are the skeletons of wings!
Thanks, Denise :>)
OH, I love that you chose to write to the image of someone IN the dress. I loved those photos, too, but wrote to the myth instead. You’ve made something confined and rather horrific into a moment of hope.
Good luck with your move, Laura. I can hardly imagine being able to post during a move… but then I’m old!!! ;0) I like your poem and interesting image… especially the “skeletons of wings.” Thanks!
“the skeleton of wings” .…wings to be or wings flown? Ah, that is the question of life. Love it.
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The skeleton of wings!?
You nailed it. All I could see was the agony of WIRE and trying to dance with that stiff carapace, and you went to the next level. Thank you, o brilliant one, for the thought!
I hope your move goes smoothly, and it sounds like it has. I love the poem, the girl on a snake, rising from it, maybe with wings.
Love this! So much empathy for the moving chaos. Hope you feel at home soon! Ruth, thereisnosuchthingasagodforsakentown.blogspot.com
The skeleton of wings…swoon. I hope the chaos settles. You are so smart to not move into the place before having work done. We were able to do that and it was such a gift to work on an empty place.
I also liked all the questioning here, and love your ending stanza too! Hope things slow down a bit for you in your moving extravaganza.