After reading Dwight Roth’s ekphrastic poem on Vincent Van Gogh, I had to consider it as a challenge. I wrote this poem over 25 years ago. Couldn’t resist publishing it as an answer to his.
Mulberry
Vincent, who scratched your sky
And put tormented souls into your tree?
Who pushed white waterfalls
From gray granite
and ran white water purple down to these words,
etched into a marker by the stream.
Vincent, who scratched your sky
And fired the dying branches of your tree?
Who carved white steps
From living hillside?
What figure yellow-robed ascends
To cast a scribbled shadow down to green?
Vincent, who scratched your sky
and set the worm to work your tortured tree?
Who hid the bad boy
In the brush,
Then set his white soul down
To weather on the gravestone of a frozen dream?
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Excellent
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Well done. Great repeated openings
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Oh, Judy… this is so very good! I love what you did with this painting! Wonderfully done! So many questions, so few answers!
Dwght
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I am adding this link to my post!
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Thanks, Dwight..
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You are welcome!
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What a beautiful conversation with Vincent! So well written!
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I am trying to find a good enough photo of The Mulberry Tree online to try to find the yellow-robed figure in it. As I said, this was written many years ago.
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A fascinating poem about a fascinating talent!!!!
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I love it, outstanding!
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This is beautiful, and the perfect partner to Dwight’s poem. I enjoyed them both so much!
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Thanks, Ingrid.
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Wonderful offering to pair with Dwight’s poem. Especially loved the repetition of “Vincent, who scratched your sky?” Wow…..I can only imagine his response.
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Thanks, Mish. Always fun to have a conversation via poetry..
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