My drugged gray matter grips my hand,
commands me to understand.
Disjointed murmurs spill from my lips,
like a paint can pouring
it's oily tincture.
**
There is a courtyard drenched in olive hues,
before my childhood manor stands,
no gentle breeze whispered here, only pleas.
**
Howling cries from claw-like wooded fingers reach
towards a sickly foggy sky.
Beseeching to be saved from this numbing world.
**
A rhythm of skittering
across the light sage roof,
a tinny clang rings out,
a mad lichen-draped griffin
standing ready to unfurl.
**
Why is he there? The shadow interpreter coaxed.
To protect his charges
or to keep guard
of this scarred yard,
**
The answer is as shadowed
as the long dark hall.
**
Yet, I do see me.
I am the matron in heart's red,
I turn my head,
To the dead,
On tiptoes, sinking into
a carpet of
moist mossy weeds.
**
There are rustles of a father and children,
Playing in the background,
Unraveling the death like whining,
A haunting tease of what never was.
**
It now plays like a record
in this courtyard of the dead,
I want to direct my mini-horses
To cease that untouchable vision before me.
**
My fountain of tears
has frozen into ghostly tree branches.
There is no wanting of the untenable quest;
it should be smudged out.
**
Bells of young girls
swirl and twirl,
Chanting,
"free by degree, free by degree,
don't you agree, don't you agree?"
**
I shake my angel-shaped veiled head,
With a twitch of my whiskers,
And a shivering soft purr,
"I'd rather be in bed than dead,
instead,
the veil for sands
has sealed my eyes shut for good,
and now has led me to this ghostly spread."
Image source: https://www.studiointernational.com/leonora-carrington-the-celtic-surrealist
This was written in a Ekphrastic class about surrealist female artist.
About the Creator
Daphsam
Loving Wife, Mom, Dog Mom- A Dyslexic dreamer who never thought I could read or write. But life changed, and I conquered my fears. I am an artist, photographer, wordsmith and illustrator. Looking to weave stories and poems with my artwork.
Comments (15)
Very cool!😎
Great work Daphsam.
Wow! Wow! it was inspirational!
Great to see a poetic interpretation of Leonora Carrington. There is one of her works on display at Tate Modern, where I volunteer
Wow! Surreal indeed ❣️
Whoaaaa, you blew my mind with this! Truly well done!
Very well done! ❣️
Magnificent!!! Loved this!!!💕❤️❤️
Quite evocative & apropos to the painting. Well done, Daphne.
Well written poem
Well-wrought! Also, a special nod to you for keeping real human painters work alive in this digital waste! I love this painting and your poetic description thereof!
What a way of portraying death. Descriptions and phrasing were great. I could see all the images.
🫰🏼
Marvellously accomplished! You brought life to a difficult piece!
What a scene to give voice to! Impressively done! A masterpiece like the artwork that inspired it!