Ekphrastic Review poems

One of my poems, The Poverty of the Affluent, was selected in the bi-weekly challenge at the Ekphrastic Review. The painting was this, Still Life, by Giorgio Morandi (Italy) 1956, which I like very much.

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You can read all the selected poems here

The poem of mine in the review is the second one I wrote to the prompt. Below is the first one, which I think I prefer, though it doesn’t have the social commentary dimension of The Poverty of the Affluent.

 

Pane e vino

 

Pane e vino

and a round of cheese

in the end there’s not much more you need

 

chalk white and linen

the hush of a clean sparse interior

dark green glint of bottle glass

 

hot air billows over the sill

cool shadows where a cat watches

unblinking and voices murmur low

 

beneath the beat of the cicadas

and the milky-soft breathing

of a sleeping infant.

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Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

34 thoughts on “Ekphrastic Review poems”

  1. I like them both–the last stanza of the selected one is lovely, and this one, I so feel.
    I like the painting, too, and I was going to write for this challenge, but I never got around to it. So, thank you for putting it into words for me. 😀

    I’ll be having wine and cheese tonight–younger daughter’s doing a virtual wine tasting with us.

      1. I think the basic ideas are probably true. Supposedly my father’s mother witnessed a pogrom when she was a very little girl–and she hid in a barn? I only heard this story a few years ago, and she died when I was very young, so I don’t really know if it’s true, or the details.

      2. I’ve read about pogroms from other sources, and I’m sure reality was worse than the film portrayed, but sometimes you don’t need atrocities to feel a sense of sympathy and sadness.

  2. Your considered words demonstrate the message is just as clear using words sparingly. Your choice to prefer one work before another is as understandable. Given another day – another circumstance – you see a hidden side and like it as you do your own children.

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