Poem in the Ekphrastic Review

I have a poem up in the latest Ekphrastic challenge. The painting was this Berthe Morisot. Thanks to Alarie Tennille for choosing Weeds.

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You can read all of the selected poems here.

This is the second poem I wrote to the prompt.

 

The name for despair is widow

 

More is lost than a lover, a father,

a way through the teaming city

built for men,

 

I lose a shield against misery,

a future for a girl child,

a cushion against cold pavement stone.

 

River flows golden in the evening sun,

pours over grey slate, colour of pigeons

in the soft light,

 

and I wish for wings to follow you,

watch the shoulder blades of the child

for their fledging.

 

Perhaps there will be more,

something of a life to be lived in this golden air,

not simply the dull dragging of the gutter.

 

The city of men laughs,

bright even beneath the clouds,

full of your absence.