The Magpie's Moment
An Ekphrastic Sonnet
The magpie seems trivial, but is not
It is the protagonist of this tale
The fence, the snow, the trees were for it, wrought
By reality, then a painter pale
No world discloses itself to no one
This one is for the bird and then the brush
Representation is a contagion:
Things are caught, appearing in a mad rush
With methodical, deliberate care
Things that were to the magpie must be shown
To every eye of this painting aware;
Around the magpie, a small world has grown
To be harvested by a painter’s mind
And then contemplated by our eyes, kind
About the Creator
D. J. Reddall
I write because my time is limited and my imagination is not.
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