{"id":6601,"date":"2019-09-18T09:48:28","date_gmt":"2019-09-18T14:48:28","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/?p=6601"},"modified":"2019-09-18T09:48:28","modified_gmt":"2019-09-18T14:48:28","slug":"black-and-white-ekphrastic","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/2019\/09\/18\/black-and-white-ekphrastic\/","title":{"rendered":"Black and White- Ekphrastic"},"content":{"rendered":"

She stares blankly at me as I assess her.<\/span><\/i>
\nThere is a white glow behind her. She resembles an angel.\u00a0<\/span><\/i>
\nParted down the middle, the shiny, black smudge of hair atop her head<\/span><\/i>
\nGlistens with the thoughts she hides behind her monolid,<\/span><\/i>
\n\u00a0ash colored eyes. She resembles Hades.<\/span><\/i>
\nHer eyelashes are short, visible, and powerful.<\/span><\/i>
\nWithout blinking, she bats away all competitors.\u00a0<\/span><\/i>
\nShe challenges me. She stares at me with clean contempt.\u00a0<\/span><\/i>
\nHer eyebrows arch oddly, the proportions off<\/span><\/i>
\nBut still beautifully assymetrical.\u00a0<\/span><\/i>
\nHer nose runs down her face in a short, bulbous fashion.<\/span><\/i>
\nShe resembles her mother.\u00a0<\/span><\/i>
\nHer high cheekbones, swaddled in skin of blacks, whites, and greys, fade away from her nostrils is a smooth<\/span><\/i>
\nAlmost flawless motion.\u00a0<\/span><\/i>
\nHer lips are small, but not pursed.\u00a0<\/span><\/i>
\nThey are as blank as her stare.<\/span><\/i>
\nShe resembles her father.\u00a0<\/span><\/i>
\nHer face goes downwards into a soft roll,<\/span><\/i>
\nThe sides of her face gently curving into the formation of a chin.<\/span><\/i>
\nHer hair reaches down her back. It’s cascades down in long, acrylic strands.\u00a0<\/span><\/i>
\nHer neck is partially covered by her hair.\u00a0<\/span><\/i>
\nThe part that does show is fair,<\/span><\/i>
\nPale even,<\/span><\/i>
\nAnd it resembles the complexion of her people.\u00a0<\/span><\/i>
\nThe farther you go, the fairer she gets until you hit the\u00a0<\/span><\/i>
\nCollar.<\/span><\/i>
\nIt’s a folded collar, like the one I wore in<\/span><\/i>
\nElementary School.\u00a0<\/span><\/i>
\nThe shirt itself is a mirage of greys, each one slightly different.\u00a0<\/span><\/i>
\nShe stared blankly at me as I assess her.\u00a0<\/span><\/i>
\nShe is hoisted onto paper and cardboard,<\/span><\/i>
\nFrozen in time, sentenced to never<\/span><\/i>
\nSpeak a word again.\u00a0<\/span><\/i>
\nYet, she seems to speak to me,<\/span><\/i>
\nAs clear as black and white.\u00a0<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

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This piece was required for a Intro to Poetry, but I really like it. I don’t know. It’s pretty messy right now but I have to clean it up anyways sooooooo, might as well kill 2 birds with one stone.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

She stares blankly at me as I assess her. There is a white glow behind her. She resembles an angel.\u00a0 Parted down the middle, the shiny, black smudge of hair atop her head Glistens with the thoughts she hides behind her monolid, \u00a0ash colored eyes. She resembles Hades. Her eyelashes are short, visible, and powerful. … Continue reading “Black and White- Ekphrastic”<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":51,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[4],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6601"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/51"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=6601"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6601\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":6638,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6601\/revisions\/6638"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=6601"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=6601"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=6601"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}