The moon petals the sea. Rose petals the sea. Stone sea. Stone petals. Rose petals of stone. Stone rising before me. Sea moves. How moves...
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extract from the poem Koi by John Burnside All afternoon we've wandered from the pool to alpine beds and roses ...
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Friday, 1 March 2013
Midwinter, Magic and an (ekphrastic) Trireme Sonnet
A blotting paper scene: I watch as snow
soaks up the inky stains that we call night,
becomes the source of colours wholly new.
The hues seem solarized and time is slow,
stopped by the trees as though it is their right.
Sky hammers copper from a common blue
'til more exposure turns it indigo.
The landscape now, a Mondrian's delight,
a grid of whispers that the eye sees through.
The moon alone, serene, appears to know
which other worlds have put our world to flight
and if they've new agendas to pursue --
but trees spread wide their arms as if to show
that we are welcome here where spirits grow.
At dVerse Poets: Form for All Samuel Peralta has set three challenges in one: Midwinter, Magic and a Trireme Sonnet. And as an extra bit of insurance, in case that was not quite enough, the suggestion that the sonnet could be ekphrastic. I have done my best, played a bit, using a painting of mine that some of you will have seen before -- is that cheating?