Hello and how do.
It’s Day 27 of NaPoWriMo (National Poetry Writing Month) over here and that means there’s still another four more days of consecutive poetry madness on the cards (huzzah!)
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NaPoWriMo Day 27 – Getting frisky with ekphrasticism
So tonight, I’m attempting something called an ekphrastic poem (easy there chief, don’t worry, we don’t have to call out the Ghostbusters – it means a poem written from a photograph).
I’ve used the photograph as inspiration and expanded on it to turn it into a bit of mystery story.
I sincerely hope you enjoy it and are having fun with the final few days of NaPoWriMo – onward valiant cousins, to victory – for king, queen and castle!
“A New Beginning” by David Ellis
My bones are made of stone
The streets are paved with gold
As I follow this winding road
The mystery begins to unfold
Rushing to touch a majestic sky
Watching it seethe, roar and sigh
Landmarks hauntingly familiar
Have now just simply disappeared
Wondering whether I should descend
Can’t see anyone for miles around
Trying to fathom the rhyme or reason
Why I am stuck in this barren prison
Stumbling blindly to the precipice edge
How long have I been here? Days? Months?
It all looks so peaceful, so eerily serene
I am gazing at a beautiful oil painting
This place has seduced me and confused me
I am not sure that I will ever leave
Yet if I am to win this endless race
I need to understand myself
To discover who I really am
Before I step into oblivion
Perhaps I am bound on this path
Blazing a trail for others to follow
A shallow folly full of misinterpretation
History trailing in its wake behind me
There must be a hole
In the bottom of this boat
Perhaps I should walk
On the surface of the lake
Wave goodbye to those
Whose outlines have blurred
Unable to make their escape
Still, I must wander on
For a few more miles
It is my truth, my curse, my burden
I have looked deep into the mountains
Therein lies my salvation
The sun setting on a new beginning
But first, I must rest a while
These bones are wet and tired
Funny because it hasn’t been raining
They were once warm, now coldness is spreading
Creeping like an animal, I must rest on the wall
A false dawn awaits, through tears I blink
I dream of you and us sitting at the lake
I will find you soon my love
Although seductive sleep takes hold
Know that I will be there soon
In a place of shadows and rain we call home
toofulltowrite (I've started so I'll finish) 
That was really well done David! And it was a mystery. Hmmm I do love a good mystery. 🙂
Cheers Jackie. I felt a bit sad after I wrote it, I guess I was feeling the emotion of the protagonist. Plus I haven’t written Flash Fiction or Short Stories in a while, so it was nice to have a contrast with all of the other stuff that I have written recently. Looking forward to the final few attempts 😉
Yeah those last few are going to be either really hard or fairly easy. But this one read like a good mystery story, and I thought that was really well done. 🙂
I cannot believe you are still going with this, every single day… I have missed many (my apologies) but I stopped to check in, and I’m amazed at the energy you still have in your poetry. This is really really good, man.
Hey there Trent, thanks for the support buddy, I sincerely appreciate it. It’s been a bit of a tough old slog at times but I’m nothing less than happy with the results and I feel like there are some real gems in there. I’m going to have to take a short break afterwards (and maybe actually start reading some blogs that I keep meaning to get round to) but to be able to hold my head high that I managed thirty poems in thirty days – it’s a personal accomplishment I will treasure for the rest of my life (or until the next one kicks off). I also hear that Art has cleared off on a second honeymoon, I’m sure he will have some stories to tell when he gets back!
Yah, Art is away for a bit.
Definitely an accomplishment, my friend, and good on you for doing it.
Very well written.
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Nothing false about you Dawn 🙂 – now you are making me wish I called it ‘A New Dawn’ instead. The bones of stone was deliberately meant to be ambiguous, it sort of just popped into my head in the morning, along with the streets being paved with gold and I just ran with it. I adore all of your different interpretations of the piece. I actually considered calling it ‘Blazing A Trail’ at one point, so the fact that you picked Robert Stuart is even more charming…and perhaps even a little spooky – were you peering over my shoulder when I wrote it? 😉
One true heart can sense another? That’s the opening line for another poem right there 😉 Also I think you would look rather fetching in a hat, feathered or otherwise 🙂
I think you can only post a photo like that if it is a link to a website hosting it. Failing that it would have to be on email or via Facebook. Pshaw city!
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