2015 November PAD Chapbook Challenge: Day 14

Well, we’re two weeks in now! That’s something!

For today’s prompt, write an ekphrastic poem. An ekphrastic poem is a poem inspired by art, usually, though not always, images. I’m providing a few below:

Michelangelo

Michelangelo

Henri de Toulouse-Lautrec

Henri de Toulouse-Lautrec

Frida Kahlo

Frida Kahlo

Edward Hopper

Edward Hopper

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Here’s my attempt at an Ekphrastic poem:

“Masks”

Walt wears the mask of a reasonable soul; Barbara wears one
that cares for the whole; Eddie wears a mask wild and free;
but Marcus wears a mask that is not quite as easy to read.

The adults wear their masks of “don’t bother us now, but behave
and be brave as we cower and scowl.” Jesse wears a mask
that’s invisible now, but his shadow engulfs every heart in town.

The Carter House, itself, is a mask dark and deep that conceals
two muffled voices and a mystery. In a downtown jail cell,
there sits alone a man with a mask without his cell phone.

And the teachers wear masks that plead, “Please look away
from the drama in town both tomorrow and today.” There’s one
mask left to lift, one mask still yet untouched, a mask of the dawn,

a mask of the dusk. There’s one mask left to pull in this whole
tossed around world, the mask that belongs to Jesse’s girl.

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roberttwitterimageRobert Lee Brewer is Senior Content Editor of the Writer’s Digest Writing Community and author of the poetry collection, Solving the World’s Problems (Press 53). He edits Poet’s Market and Writer’s Market, in addition to writing a free weekly WritersMarket.com newsletter and a poetry column for Writer’s Digest magazine.

This is his eighth year of hosting and participating in the November PAD (Poem-A-Day) Chapbook Challenge. He can’t wait to see what everyone creates this month–not only on a day-by-day basis, but when the chapbooks start arriving in December and January. Fun, fun, fun.

Follow him on Twitter @robertleebrewer.

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100 thoughts on “2015 November PAD Chapbook Challenge: Day 14

  1. PSC in CT

    Let Down

    Only yesterday
    she held tightly to the past,
    well grounded, strong roots,
    comfortable in her surroundings –
    familiar faces, accustomed places –
    knowing her place in the world;
    then, light changed, winds shifted,
    her reality began to mutate,
    transfigure into something foreign,
    at times, totally unrecognizable.
    Suddenly she’s in a free fall,
    her past dubious,
    the future uncertain.
    Nothing is the same,
    nothing is as she remembers it
    and she can only wonder where,
    and who, she’ll be
    when this crazy spinning stops.

  2. seingraham

    M.C.ESCHER’S HANDS
    http://soundofthewordnight.blogspot.ca/2015/11/mceschers-hands.html
    (the art is on my blog)

    Besides being artistically
    brilliant were you also
    hugely insane?
    I can’t help wondering this
    because of some of the things
    you managed to pull off …
    Like your self-portrait
    when you drew yourself
    holding a reflecting globe
    holding a reflecting globe
    – talk about something
    schizoid, or split.

    And then this one,
    with your one hand
    drawing the other
    drawing the other
    drawing the other
    and so on – over and over
    And not clumsily in the least.

    There’s not a miscue or a wrong
    line anywhere; it’s very convincing
    as if you’re doing it in real time
    Were you? I wish you were
    still around to ask …

  3. SarahLeaSales

    Christina’s Worldview

    Wheat-colored grass fields
    separate her from the chaff
    that has been home since she was
    a little stranger,
    through kith and kin.
    She is at large from her world
    that has become small:
    fourteen rooms,
    four walls,
    and Maine land as far as she can crawl—
    not as a child,
    but as a woman whose feet trail behind her
    like tin cans on a honeymoon car,
    her legs like the strings that connect them,
    her spirit soaring above the plain.

  4. tobysgirl

    The Face of Christ

    I observed you there, at the museum, watching me from the corner.
    Your eyes seemed to know me,
    to beckon me,
    and drawn by their intensity I came to you.
    Stranding before you I glanced to the left and to the right, and then,
    finally,
    I looked at you.
    Your brown eyes, soulful, honest, knowing.
    I could not look away, but I wanted to.
    I knew I wasn’t worthy, I knew you were just a painting, but
    Rembrandt must have captured some part of your soul
    because there you were!
    You seemed to know everything,
    all at once,
    about me.
    I stood before you, unable to look away, seeing only your beautiful face,
    feeling your grace, your forgiveness.
    You stared deep into me, and
    for one moment I felt total.
    My eyes filled with tears as you gazed my way,
    knowing that I would hold this moment forever.

  5. browdd22

    Dogs Playing Poker

    I am every card every dog holds
    Assisting the poker faces
    Snarls and growls at cheaters
    Heady, focused, opaque
    I play the clubs to the diamonds
    The 2’s to the aces
    My life is doctored shuffling
    Hidden trump cards in the warmth of seats
    Barking over each other
    Peripheral vision catches few snakes
    After the chips are given to the victor as is due
    I am put to rest
    Waiting to be thrown back into my cycle

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