It’s a bit late, given we did the assignment about two weeks ago, but I kind of wanted to share one or two poems that I wrote for our ekphrastic poetry assignment. Now, as a warning, my poems are usually vague or obvious. It’s easier for me to understand in ways, but it’s up to you as a reader to interpret it in your own way. With that being said, I present some of my work.
I was unable to locate the photographer of this picture, but I didn’t take it!
Title: Fire Spirit
The flames spoke to the sky
Inviting the stars to watch its beautiful destruction
The wood cracks and its charred remains float into the wind,
Swirling to make a dance that the sky would be proud to witness
The spirit of the flames lives and breathes
Taking in the energy it needs to keep its flames burning
The heat from its flames invites others to come close
To bask in its warmth and to stay for the show
The ashes fly up into the air,
spiraling to make patterns against the black of the night
The fire spirit enjoys its purpose
To burn what’s put into it and to create something beautiful
In its stead
The fire spirit is not a malevolent being
It lives in the flames
And warms the hands and hearts of those around it
The fire spirit burns to emit its spray of ash for the sky to watch
But do not mistake its kindness
At any second, the fire spirit can burn those around it
Torch homes and trees
Scar the landscape around it
The fire spirit lives and breathes
And it can destroy too.
For this next poem, I was actually able to find the name of the photographer. His name is Ronald Ong, but the photo (as far as I know) did not have a name.
Title: His Light
The bright light glinted against the backdrop that was the sky
His hand grasped the base of the light bulb gently
As his eyes took in the rainbow sherbet sky
And the bright bulb illuminated his greyish-green eyes
The stars were trapped within the bulb along with the girl
She was his light, but she never knew it
She didn’t know she was what lit up his life
She was his light, and he admired her every night
Night was when she shone the best
She watched the stars dance around her as he watched her joy
The sliver of moon made her hair look radiant,
and he longed to touch her starlight hair
She was his light, trapped inside the thin glass membrane of the bulb
His to admire, to love, and to cherish
So there he stood, admiring his light
As she admired the stars
And both were lost in the radiance of their lights
Those were only two out of the six poems that I wrote for the assignment. Please do tell me what you think of them, either in the comments or to my face!
