{"id":3938,"date":"2018-08-29T12:20:00","date_gmt":"2018-08-29T17:20:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/?p=3938"},"modified":"2018-08-29T12:20:00","modified_gmt":"2018-08-29T17:20:00","slug":"ekphrastic","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/2018\/08\/29\/ekphrastic\/","title":{"rendered":"Ekphrastic"},"content":{"rendered":"

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.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0I was unable to locate the photographer of this picture, but I didn’t take it!<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

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Title: Fire Spirit<\/span><\/p>\n

The flames spoke to the sky<\/span>
\nInviting the stars to watch its beautiful destruction<\/span>
\nThe wood cracks and its charred remains float into the wind,<\/span>
\nSwirling to make a dance that the sky would be proud to witness<\/span><\/p>\n

The spirit of the flames lives and breathes<\/span>
\nTaking in the energy it needs to keep its flames burning<\/span>
\nThe heat from its flames invites others to come close<\/span>
\nTo bask in its warmth and to stay for the show<\/span><\/p>\n

The ashes fly up into the air, <\/span>
\nspiraling to make patterns against the black of the night<\/span>
\nThe fire spirit enjoys its purpose<\/span>
\nTo burn what\u2019s put into it and to create something beautiful <\/span>
\nIn its stead<\/span><\/p>\n

The fire spirit is not a malevolent being<\/span>
\nIt lives in the flames<\/span>
\nAnd warms the hands and hearts of those around it<\/span>
\nThe fire spirit burns to emit its spray of ash for the sky to watch<\/span><\/p>\n

But do not mistake its kindness<\/span>
\nAt any second, the fire spirit can burn those around it<\/span>
\nTorch homes and trees<\/span>
\nScar the landscape around it<\/span>
\nThe fire spirit lives and breathes<\/span>
\nAnd it can destroy too.<\/span><\/p>\n

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.<\/span><\/p>\n

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Title: His Light<\/span><\/p>\n

The bright light glinted against the backdrop that was the sky<\/span>
\nHis hand grasped the base of the light bulb gently <\/span>
\nAs his eyes took in the rainbow sherbet sky<\/span>
\nAnd the bright bulb illuminated his greyish-green eyes<\/span><\/p>\n

The stars were trapped within the bulb along with the girl<\/span>
\nShe was his light, but she never knew it <\/span>
\nShe didn\u2019t know she was what lit up his life<\/span>
\nShe was his light, and he admired her every night<\/span>
\nNight was when she shone the best<\/span><\/p>\n

She watched the stars dance around her as he watched her joy<\/span>
\nThe sliver of moon made her hair look radiant,<\/span>
\nand he longed to touch her starlight hair<\/span>
\nShe was his light, trapped inside the thin glass membrane of the bulb<\/span>
\nHis to admire, to love, and to cherish<\/span><\/p>\n

So there he stood, admiring his light<\/span>
\nAs she admired the stars<\/span>
\nAnd both were lost in the radiance of their lights<\/span><\/p>\n

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!\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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