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Ekphrastic Poem-Waxed Covered Wings

This is another Ekphrastic poem I did. An Ekphrasis poem means any work about, influenced by, or containing allusions to any other type of art or literature. The subject or allusions can be about anything in the artistic and creative world: dance, drama, literature, music, painting, photography, sculpture.

Waxed Covered Wings

by Sally Fields

Childhood comforts,

her,

eyes shutting out the light, grasping on tight, searching for crayon colored maps,

messages melting into colored wax.

Copper candle wings, light,

freckled fields, each spot leading down into her dreams,

freckles engulfing her shoulders, filling up her blood steam, the deep sun kissed sea on a pale canvas.

too much time spent under the willow tree, sun streaking through the leaves, kissing her shoulders tips.

Turquoise candle dripping dreams.

Red seas shifting past,

ground drooping into a pastel colored earth, hold on tight to the table my sweet dreamer.

Fire whispers sparks of light in her dreams.

Candles melt, sliding through table spaces, hold on tight.

Sweet dreamer melts into the floor boards, slipping into the heart beats of middle earth.

Candle sticks brushing against her freckled back,

floor boards above her head.

She’s slipping through.

Rainbow pencils slide past her finger tips, dreaming through the gravity of earth,

the heaven below the floor boards

“thats what they call it.”

Shes living her life as a light at the end of the tunnel.

Become the wings that fly.

Teddy bear guardians with their heart outside of their bodes all the time, hold on tight to her soft pearl hands.

She whispers to the fuzziest of the bunch, “Am I dying?”

button eyes adjust, glisten, he whispers,

“just on the outside.”

Her heart stops, tears fall off pale cheeks, she feels faint.

Teddy grabs a hold on her hand.

Everything is gonna be alright…do not lose heart.

Calling her home, they are calling her home,

feet touch pink marble staircases, little angles hands touch crystal railings,

wax dress, dripping, half filled promises faded past her face.

No pain, no more pain, waxed cover scars filled open ended wounds

Teddy bears whisper to her, “You’re going home.”

She sheds her body now, peels the colored layer wax.

Fire fades.

Peels off her finger tips.

Fire deems.

Peels off her long golden locks.

Fire whispers.

Peels off her heart.

fire dying,

peels off her tippy toes,

her soul floats right on through, illuminating candle sticks,

lighting the way,

soul cries softly, I’m home.

when_she_was_six_by_aquasixio-d4lae1e

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Ekphrastic Poem “Dreaming through your finger tips”

This is an Ekphrastic poem I did for my creative writing class. An Ekphrasis poem means any work about, influenced by, or containing allusions to any other type of art or literature. The subject or allusions can be about anything in the artistic and creative world: dance, drama, literature, music, painting, photography, sculpture.

Dreaming through your finger tips by Sally Fields 

The boy lays awake,

his inception like dream takes hold now, directing him towards his grandfathers piano,

he sits firm, the hard cold oak bench supports his dreaming now.

Finger tips brush heavy against the keys, painting sound with the mind and like a painting in the night, it happens all at once,

each stork paints an image, notes bouncing off the page and into a manuscript of,

sound, it fills the air around his ears now,

playing the melody of his life, circling through his soul and out through his breath.

But in his reality, in his non-dreaming world, silence fills the air.

 

He writes messages in the air, awake now,

silently telling us the music he hears in his dreams,

hands swaying through the air,  like his own conductor, signning “beautiful” “music” “I can hear” through the air.

His hands go unnoticed, only a quick glance from his family, a smile, a nod and then they sign to him, “Good job.”

 

So he retreats back into his dream world, dives back into the tides of sleeping dreams,

playing his piano with such fierce conviction,

bringing to life his goldfish. They move and sway through the water, transforming into a miraculous ballet company.

they Corps de ballet with such twisting ease through the air,

born to dance, ready at a moments notice.

They temps levé sauté back and forth through the fish tank, with sparks of tours chaînés déboulés throughout the water.

Dancing only for this little deaf boy,

he pounds harder on the keys, feeling the vibrations bouncing off his finger tips,

the fish lightly petit changement de pieds in the air, short and sweet they dance through his notes,

only the reflection on his hand illuminates the air now.

Water splashing his face, covering up tears of such joy

this young silenced boy sways with his fish, sways with his dream.

“Please let me awake to a world of sound, please let this dream become a reality,” He prays,

“for my gift will be the sweet Pirouette of my fingers tips dancing gracefully on the tops of each cream colored piano keys,”

He fall backwards into his dream and prays to emerge into a world of sound.

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Le Pianoquarium by AquaSixio

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