Joris Hoefnagel, folio 40 in Mira calligraphiae monumenta (after 1590)
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Joris Hoefnagel, folio 40 in Mira calligraphiae monumenta (after 1590)
Butterfly, snakeshead, English walnut and sweet cherry
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Mary of Magdalene
--prompt from @trickstersaint (8 April)
It is morning, and swans swirl around your sanctuary. You've seen suffering through His wretched hands-- trembling for a rescue rope, they ache for your embrace-- something which you possessed when you grabbed His feet.
He trembles with horror, like when you wandered through the streets, demons hiding in your blood orange hair as orange blossoms wilt across your feet. They assumed that you gave them to Him when you anointed His feet with your oil. Did it give you satisfaction? Divinity was your prize.
Yet with His glistening form in the back of your eye, descendants still imagine your ecstasy, curving back to meet God with sweat and sweet skins. Your hair undoes itself, time and time again; jasmines scatter across the floor as your devotion reignites again, like kindling in the longest night.
What will you tell the prophets? What would you demand of their stories, to bring your dainty face to light? Shattered perfume blossoms give you delight, but you will not see God in a pomegranate flower?
The swans swirl, and are ready to call. Yet you hesitate on which one would bring you to your righeous fate.
After my mom's old dance clothes.
Anthony Hill, The little street
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Johannes Vermeer, Het Straatje (oil on canvas, 1657-8)
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𝗙𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝗪𝗮𝘆𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱𝘀: “𝗡𝘂𝗻𝗰 𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝗕𝗶𝗯𝗲𝗻𝗱𝘂𝗺” -
𝑃𝑛𝑒𝑢𝑚𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑐 𝑚𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑦 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑗𝑜𝑖𝑒 𝑑𝑒 𝑣𝑖𝑣𝑟𝑒
𝑊ℎ𝑜 𝑤𝑜𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑡𝑠 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑝?
Another ekphrastic poem, a reflection upon visual arts, but this a bit more ironic in tone and topic!
https://waywordsstudio.com/verse/nunc-est-bibendum/
"Kitchen Maid with Supper at Emmaus, or The Mulata" by Natasha Trethewey, after the painting by Diego Velàzquez, ca. 1619.
tbh relic fragment from explorers and harmony scarves from super mystery dungeon are the best things in pmd to write ekphraseis with ngl
© Kinshuk Banik
My second attempt at contrapuntal poetry. I decided to spice this one up a bit by setting it as a sonnet. For those who like to see it in usual column form, here is that:
This also establishes the fact that form matters, and reaffirms the old principle: "Constraint sets one free."
This contains a reference from The Picture of Dorian Gray.