This is an ekphrastic poem. (A poem initiated by a picture.)
I chose this picture with a lack of specific observations and had to realize its destructive nature after it was too late. This experience still had something inexplicable to it: It might sound crazy, but I fought against the story that formed in my head when I finally recognized the severed neck. Part of the task, though, was to let go.
So I did and the poem rather magically formed itself. It still took some effort to make the rhymes work and to get some sense in the poetry, but the story was unavoidable for my mind. I hereby warn against ignoring the details.
A garden of wires,
entangled in joy,
that spread old deeds
beneath the lonely boy:
“The house of my father lies under the moon,
where we used to live and play happy tune.
I went right along with his basic sins.
Understood rather none, when we used to kiss.
My Mom worked from late till sunrise brought light.
As you can see, this post comes with a little re-shuffle of the whole blog and slight changes to the style. Maybe I'm really out of my mind or I actually managed to make this a more exciting and less boring, possibly even a little more professional site. You tell me!
oh thanks, especially for leaving a comment. I'm glad you both like the poem. I was a little worried that it might be a bit appalling with its theme. Hope to see you again next week. Also watch out for new things in the ME, Favourites and Entertainment parts.