The Artist's "I"
An Ekphrastic Sonnet
By D. J. ReddallPublished 14 days ago • Updated 14 days ago • 1 min read
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Norman Rockwell, "Art Critic," 1955
I ought to run him through, this callow twit!
Ogling Juna as he would a ham
Or a plague victim specked with sores and shit
Who does he think he is, or who I am?
Those who create ought to have more respect
For those they conjure out of light and shade
Scrutinizing each trivial aspect
Ignores the whole: all makers were made
The line between subject and mere object
Is far more permeable than it seems
Imagine the plight of images, abject;
The painted eye with secret visions teems
Proud reader, you are someone’s character!
Perspective rules, as you must remember
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About the Creator
D. J. Reddall
I write because my time is limited and my imagination is not.
Comments (7)
A deep one from you!
I love that picture! I like the idea you present here. Whose character am I?
Love it!! 💌
Oooo, this certainly was very profound! Loved your poem!
True one. Thank you !
How are you doing
Quite clever And True!! 🤣