Jo Bell’s prompt led me to this poem, which led to this poem:
the sound water makes lapping the sides of a barge;
the stink of a stolen perfume called Lola;
the daily flick of a newspaper between the hands, the slap of headlines;
running a finger over a broken keyed piano;
the grit that you clean from a oyster shell before you swallow.
I have to mention Cathy Byrant has done an ekphrasis response poem to a photo of Frida Kahlo today which is amazing, check it out here .
Short ekphrasis of my own, I think I’ve overwritten myself and gotten strange. Art chosen by Charmain Leung:
dribble, rake drape and dash
it might be hidden it might escape
the break and tumult the flee and fall
you are right the song was made for you
I listed each attribute, I remixed you with
me, I memorised your face.
curdle cuddle safe and slash
you are wrong I was thinking of someone else
and you got confused with that person
so actually I wrote a version that
makes you and them merge
not two headed but overlapped
seek and find and drip and splash.