Please take a minute to look at the lovely painting and read the poems for day three of Paul’s Ekphrastic challenge. And if you feel inspired, write something!!!! Happy Poetry Month!!!
Can you remember when you held god,
close to your chest, and inhaled?
the animal warmth, butterfly heart,
the quiet still body, faking death,
fluttering a gentle warning in the chalice
of your palm.
Bring the bread up to your lips – here is the
body here is the blood.
We all do the same if we are left alone when
we can’t survive without another.
Sound alarm, if nobody comes, assume
a predator prowls – so mimic our end.
We knew we should never have touched the
hare, leveret beached in a quiet field,
mother flown far into the long grass, where
she waited with eyes like flaming torches,
helpless to intervene, as we passed the small
body, breathing in the enchantment.
When the church clock rang, the spell was
broken, wonderland now the back field again.
You placed the leveret back to earth, to root
View original post 320 more words