The Charity of the Lilacs
An Ekphrastic Sonnet
By D. J. ReddallPublished about a year ago • 1 min read
Vincent Van Gogh, "Lilac Bush," 1889
The world bulges with petty avarice
Reason seems not to understand itself
Villains and thieves are seen as glamorous
Books of wisdom sit idle on the shelf
But you, ravishing daughters of the spring
Never hesitate to be beautiful
Struck by your perfume, I am sent reeling
My plodding heart, desolate, is now full
Your silken sorority spurns sadness
You remind my nose that joy yet remains
Your symmetry mocks folly and madness
Despite loss, your glory the world retains
Your delicious aroma is a gift
Exhausted hearts, you have the strength to lift
About the Creator
D. J. Reddall
I write because my time is limited and my imagination is not.
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