In it my grandmother is not yet tired.The dress is the blue she saved for leaving.Behind her, a door I have never walked throughto a street that is now a different street.
She is looking at someone just out of frame —my grandfather, or the country, or me,who would not exist for forty years.She is smiling as if she already knew.
About the ekphrasticA poem written in response to another work of art, such as a painting.
An ekphrastic poem looks at a work of art and answers it. That might be a painting, a photograph or a sculpture. It can describe what is there, speak to it, or wander off into what it stirs.
Listen for Whether the poem describes the artwork, speaks to it, or drifts toward something it stirred.
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I don't really follow rules, I go where my heart takes me.
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