Tuesday, July 22, 2008
Image by Rick Mobbs of Mine Enemy Grows Older
Portrait of Nanda
In an empty room, in the gathering dark
I sit in a green chair,
hands in my lap. I am still
thinking about the way that you left.
The wind and the rain blew in through the door
of the empty room, in the gathering dark.
the peach trees we planted grow by the road
where you drove away. You did not look back
at the trees, or the room where I am. Still,
I sit here, thinking about you, and the trees
which bore this summer one solitary peach.
I plucked it last night in the gathering dark
and thought of sap rising, and the veins in my body
like branching twigs, enclosing my heart
ripe like a peach. I am still
thinking of the juice of the peach,
and the worm inside, and you
far away in the gathering dark,
and like the trees, I am still.
Ekphrasis (poetry inspired by an image) for readwritepoem
I decided to make it a double challenge and write a villanelle - although I have interpreted the form rather loosely and dropped the rhyme scheme, and also repeated ends of lines rather than whole lines.