The Broken Mold
Ekphrastic Challenge November 2025
This poem was written in response to the Rattle® Poetry Ekphrastic Challenge for October 2025 and was ultimately not selected. You can find more information here.
https://rattle.com/page/ekphrastic/
The Broken Mold
Admiration
For whom, upon her casting,
The mold was broken
Earth that birthed
A goddess
Ground, now hallowed
For a queen
Has walked upon it
Men bow down
To worship
Her shadow as it passes
She be not naked
For simply beauty’s sake
But born bare
For all she needs to wear
Is grace
A quiet strength
Held within her stare
The path that she forges
Amongst the shattered shards
Of the broken mold
The ghosts of her foremothers
Parting the way
Beckoning all women
Who will come after
To come with
In the freedom of her footsteps
I can only dream to follow
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