The Magpie's Moment
An Ekphrastic Sonnet
The magpie seems trivial, but is not
It is the protagonist of this tale
The fence, the snow, the trees were for it, wrought
By reality, then a painter pale
No world discloses itself to no one
This one is for the bird and then the brush
Representation is a contagion:
Things are caught, appearing in a mad rush
With methodical, deliberate care
Things that were to the magpie must be shown
To every eye of this painting aware;
Around the magpie, a small world has grown
To be harvested by a painter’s mind
And then contemplated by our eyes, kind
About the Creator
D. J. Reddall
I write because my time is limited and my imagination is not.
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Comments (8)
Beautiful ekphrasis, D.J.! Loved "No world discloses itself to no one This one is for the bird and then the brush"
Oh wow, I thought that painting was a photo! It looked soooo real! Loved your poem!
I think that painting is amazing, first of all. Such a departure from what we know of Monet's work, where usually colour is predominant. I love it and thank you for introducing it to me. And then your poem. Exploring the art with words. Deftly done, D.J.
Oh wow! What an incredible way to set a painting into words!
A fantastic ekphrastik!
I love that you words kept making me scroll up to look at the pic, as an ekphrastic should. Wonderful!
Well done DJ.
Love your wording!