victim feels disturbingly sheepish when pale eyes of death stare down their neck; a black stone heart with unblinking eyes watching, watching in dark for opportunity.
does devil wear faux alpaca coat or is she genuine, nightmarish animist with long face and sharp chin to be used as artist’s weapon to elicit salty streams of patron’s fearful tears?
her thin head appears vaguely disconnected from soul-less body, which is reason why she seeks to possess another’s…after, oh, so slowly drowning them in acid downpour.
calling on unnatural spirit will, in the end, bring only howling, painful torture such as cruel wringing of blood from besotted ears all while hearing hideous inhuman laughter.
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Painted by Ukrainian artist Svetlana Telets, Rain Woman (1996) illustrates a pale woman with elongated features, a long neck, and wearing a large black hat, standing in the rain. The artist claimed that for months leading up to her painting, she felt an invisible presence watching her constantly. Telets’ painting was displayed in a local art gallery in Ukraine, where it was purchased and returned multiple times by buyers who reported the painting caused them to experience insomnia, nightmares, and an eery sensation of being watched.
(As you’ve probably deduced from reading, I did not see the Rain Woman as wearing a hat, but long ears.)
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Melissa offers some creepy artwork to write about “a haunting”. Come join dVerse poets and have a good scare!
An ekphrastic poem inspired by Tweetspeak’s Creativity Cafe…
children, dreams, and butterflies quickly flutter by (bye bye!) uniquely created, bold flashes of color with bright eyes, soft bodies, and alert antennae stretching, reaching as they fly higher (how high?) warming wings in sunshine, growing stronger in moment yet delicately designed emotionally fragile perfectly asymmetrical (if you look closely) and we wonder… will they become butterflies drinking nectar or moths seeking the light?
Inspired by online poetry class with John Sibley Williams.
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Living flames of cypresses leap upward as evergreen branches swirl like burning driftwood.
Even Vincent’s baby blue skies curl with playful energy trying to escape lemon peel moon, which already took a bite from cotton candy cloud floating above wave of distant mesa’s high water.
Saffron grasses dance freely in summer breeze while polka dots of wildflowers and juniper berries sprinkle scene with a childlike joy.
Circle of life in world of death as fruit of tree links food chain. Survival served by stewardship, sustainability, not envy or greed. But blood be shed in streets if village values turn upside-down. Milked by politics, compromised, church not shocked to repentance.
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Melissa hosts dVerse poetics with ekphrastic poetry inspired by art of Marc Chagall. My poem based on his oil painting, “I and the Village”, 1911.
remembering the daughter she never knew; today is another anniversary of the day she was removed… from her womb, from her life, but never from her mother’s heart.
asking questions like what color are her eyes? does she look like me? wishing she could hug her girl and ask for forgiveness; who knew? a mother died too.
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Linking to dVerse poets where Punam invites us to write ekphrastic poetry inspired by Indian artwork.
This week the U.S. Supreme Court heard a case about transgender men in women’s sports but the lawyer could not define a woman legally. In a Senate hearing on abortion rights, a senator questioned a female doctor if men can get pregnant and she could not answer yes or no.
beauty in diversity exists; does not require extremism
but confusion and chaos reign in rainbow la la land
where scientists cannot define a man or woman;
logic is left lying in dust, basic biology debunked.
gender?? pretend it’s fluid… while culture drowns in
silly sea of semantics; riptides of asexual revolt.
denying reality doesn’t make dreams materialize
confused youth deserve compassion, not reasons
for mutilation; tell us why “trans” suicide rate is high?
Linking to OLN with dVerse poets were Lillian hosts with ekphrastic prompt. Painting entitled “Mme Kupka among Verticals” by Frantisek Kupka, 1910-11.
I find the online stories of detransitioners like Chloe Cole, Christina Hineman, Prisha Mosley, and Lex Renick very compelling.
“Boys in a Pasture” by American artist, WinslowHomer (1836-1910)
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last lazy summer day in pastures green one week of freedom before starting school stiff grasses tickle, prickle calloused feet noon sun shines hot but breezes gently cool
two cousins sit together amiably companionship does not require words they watch the cows while clouds float easily from distant trees, they hear the caw of birds
they dream a pirate’s dream on desert isle of treasure buried deep beneath the sand although there’s no high seas for many a mile boys can imagine sword fights on dry land
covered by straw hats, long hair falls in curls time’s brief, as young minds soon will follow girls
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An ekphrastic sonnet linked to W3 prompt at The Skeptic’s Kaddish.
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