Dialogue with the Dead
An Ekphrastic Sonnet
By D. J. ReddallPublished about a year ago • Updated about a year ago • 1 min read
Arnold Böcklin, "Isle of the Dead (Version II)," 1880
Leaving glows with magnetic temptation
The immaterial must pay no rent
Unknown to them is mean competition
They earn nothing, for they are truly spent
Morbid and melancholy are these thoughts
Uncomfortable for some ears to hear
But every quickened thing, by and by, rots
Immortal is death's truth, which many fear
Consider the relief when some pain ends
When an excruciating trial concludes
When nothing on some test result depends
What sweet serenity the soul exudes
Imagine what the dead might talk about
Free as they are of all fear and all doubt
About the Creator
D. J. Reddall
I write because my time is limited and my imagination is not.
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