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Day 5 of the #Wombwellrainbow #Ekphrastic challenge.

Here is my piece,

Go check out all the other fantastic contributions!
(And maybe even write one of your own)

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Day 5 of the #WombwellRainbow Ekphrastic Challenge 2026.

A self portrait.

You see who I am vs. how I see who I am.

Inspired by the album title 나는 나를 통해 우리를 보는 너를 통해 나를 본다 (I see myself through you who see us through me) by Madmans Esprit.

#poetrycommunity #writingcommunity #ekphrastic

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We cannot know his legendary head 
with eyes like ripening fruit. And yet his torso 
is still suffused with brilliance from inside,
like a lamp, in which his gaze, now turned to low,

gleams in all its power. Otherwise 
the curved breast could not dazzle you so, nor could 
a smile run through the placid hips and thighs
to that dark center where procreation flared. 

Otherwise this stone would seem defaced 
beneath the translucent cascade of the shoulders
and would not glisten like a wild beast's fur: 

would not, from all the borders of itself, 
burst like a star: for here there is no place
that does not see you. You must change your life

We cannot know his legendary head with eyes like ripening fruit. And yet his torso is still suffused with brilliance from inside, like a lamp, in which his gaze, now turned to low, gleams in all its power. Otherwise the curved breast could not dazzle you so, nor could a smile run through the placid hips and thighs to that dark center where procreation flared. Otherwise this stone would seem defaced beneath the translucent cascade of the shoulders and would not glisten like a wild beast's fur: would not, from all the borders of itself, burst like a star: for here there is no place that does not see you. You must change your life

Today’s poem for #NationalPoetryMonth
#ArchaicTorsoofApollo by #RainerMariaRilke
(the last line in yesterday’s Oliver’s poem, today #awe comes from art and musing)
the first great modernist #ekphrastic poem, absence and feeling, and the imagined
#NaPoMo

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I went a little dark with the Wombwellrainbow #Ekphrastic challenge so far it seems...
Here is today's piece, check out the other responses (and the artwork that inspired them) here

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A poem called Snowy Beach and the photo that inspired it.

When a devil goes on holiday
they seek the best that earth can be:
cool water, sand between their hooves,
the crisp shiver of snow blowing into heaps;
empty houses, empty roads, 
restaurants with no more chefs 
chalk menus outside all October running in the rain.
But most of all no-one screaming for ice-cream.

Here in winter Cleethorpes, it is.
An innovative business model—
If we could but shame a devil into paying
Instead of promising then fading to 
invisibility as they walk the pier 
then takes the air—to leave it colder.

A poem called Snowy Beach and the photo that inspired it. When a devil goes on holiday they seek the best that earth can be: cool water, sand between their hooves, the crisp shiver of snow blowing into heaps; empty houses, empty roads, restaurants with no more chefs chalk menus outside all October running in the rain. But most of all no-one screaming for ice-cream. Here in winter Cleethorpes, it is. An innovative business model— If we could but shame a devil into paying Instead of promising then fading to invisibility as they walk the pier then takes the air—to leave it colder.

My first poem for April #Ekphrastic #NoPoWriMo organised by @thewombwellrainbow.bsky.social I have included the photo by GHP.
1 April Snowy Beach
See all the days poems at thewombwellrainbow.com/2026/04/01/w...

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Sage Advice Ekphrastic Poetry

"...prayer
is a primal yowl, a guttural
thrumming, the gathering voice
of a generation’s psalm
Prayer is what you weave into your art,
a tapestry of amens..."
Sage Advice by Jen Smat medium.com/lit-up/sage-... #ekphrastic #poetry in Lit Up #litpub & #poetrycommunity
#read #share #poems #poetrymonth

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Check out the #Wombwellrainbow #Ekphrastic challenge guys.
Loads of great poets writing one piece for every day of April.
(And me as well...)
This was my piece for the 1st

The picture of the pier reminded me of a place I used to often visit with my gran when I was younger.

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'1000-1' by Leia Butler | After... Read ekphrastic poem '1000-1' by Leia Butler exclusively in After... Poems inspired by other art

From Leia Butler's #ekphrastic poem, '1000-1' ...

'We are swapping secrets,
In the leaves,
In the trunks,
In the petals,
//
(There are 754 pieces left)'

afterpoetry.com/poem/apr-02...

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Watch out for three new poems (I wrote them today and yesterday) appearing on #thewombwellrainbow #Ekphrastic challenge for #NaPoWriMo and spring! Thanks to Paul Brooks at @thewombwellrainbow.bsky.social for making this happen!
Hopefully I will finish the month with a poem for every day of April :)

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Our Spring Issue is live!

A special issue in celebration of National Poetry Month with 32 poets, interviews, the poet laureate of Westchester County NY, and even stained glass.

Enjoy here: www.westchesterreview.com#/spring-2026/

#nationalpoetrymonth #poetry #ekphrastic #matisse #chagall #spring

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Artwork part of New Year’s Eve, A Graphite Apartment
by Robert Frede Kenter published in the journal THE PROSE POEM, for March 2026 (part of an ekphrastic project) where writers work from their own artwork.   A row of houses (late 19th century).'Graphite Apartment,' photo-based collage with hand painted elements, Autumn 2024. robert frede kenter (c).

Artwork part of New Year’s Eve, A Graphite Apartment by Robert Frede Kenter published in the journal THE PROSE POEM, for March 2026 (part of an ekphrastic project) where writers work from their own artwork. A row of houses (late 19th century).'Graphite Apartment,' photo-based collage with hand painted elements, Autumn 2024. robert frede kenter (c).

I have holes of light flooding my body. When Father asked me in which direction we should proceed, I said let’s head to the sassafras trees at the South Shore Point. When mother said to me, Oh look, the rose in the glass by the window is dying, I held my hand out and gave her another one. I spit the skin of the milk from the glass into the fireplace. Mother played Chopin on the black and white keys of her beige piano. Every baby born on New Year’s after midnight is photographed. I remember you said, you were one of them. That was many years ago. They lined three babies up in front of a birthday cake. You kept the photograph that appeared in the New Year’s day edition of the daily newspaper, and kept it between dictionary pages like one would an autumn leaf. Father said, A fool can make a joke out of their own person. I was never completely sure what he meant. Rose stems, thorns on a plant that never bloomed. Standing still by snow-covered ledges, tiny crowns, the webbed feet of crows, drawing in graphite on a folio, exploring haptic lines, a cluster of melodies, a cartography of memories.

I have holes of light flooding my body. When Father asked me in which direction we should proceed, I said let’s head to the sassafras trees at the South Shore Point. When mother said to me, Oh look, the rose in the glass by the window is dying, I held my hand out and gave her another one. I spit the skin of the milk from the glass into the fireplace. Mother played Chopin on the black and white keys of her beige piano. Every baby born on New Year’s after midnight is photographed. I remember you said, you were one of them. That was many years ago. They lined three babies up in front of a birthday cake. You kept the photograph that appeared in the New Year’s day edition of the daily newspaper, and kept it between dictionary pages like one would an autumn leaf. Father said, A fool can make a joke out of their own person. I was never completely sure what he meant. Rose stems, thorns on a plant that never bloomed. Standing still by snow-covered ledges, tiny crowns, the webbed feet of crows, drawing in graphite on a folio, exploring haptic lines, a cluster of melodies, a cartography of memories.

"New Year’s Eve, A Graphite Apartment." by Robert Frede Kenter.
A new prose poem & photo-based collage w/ hand-painted elements #poly #hybrid #prosepoem #collage #photo #ekphrastic published March 2026 in The PROSE POEM Journal (web).

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From Winifred Mok’s #ekphrastic poem, ‘Lisa’:

‘I try to sit still. I imagine my own hand at oil painting, curves of his face, the sfumato of sunlight through glass.’

afterpoetry.com/poem/mar-19...

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'La Gioconda' by Amantine Brodeur | After... Read ekphrastic poem 'Amantine Brodeur' by Amantine Brodeur exclusively in After... Poems inspired by other art

Later in @afterpoetry.com, a second #ekphrastic poem drawing on one of the world's most famous paintings: 'Mona Lisa'. The poet this time is Winifred Mok. Previously, this well-known artwork was alluded to by @amantineb.bsky.social in 'La Gioconda'.

afterpoetry.com/poem/may-12-2025-amantine-brodeur

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Digital artwork depicting an undead jackalope
Art/Photo: AQ
Model: @robojesi.bsky.social

Digital artwork depicting an undead jackalope Art/Photo: AQ Model: @robojesi.bsky.social

Cryptonecromancy
#poetry #ekphrastic

I had to try it on my own
Reanimating jackalopes
Stitching antlers to bone
Was pinned upon my hopes
...
Experiment was a great success
Incantation fused two souls
In a hybrid form nature detests
Yet magick shapes & molds

#photography #digitalart #photoediting

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A hand with orange nail varnish holding a pen. Text reads Art & Flash.

A hand with orange nail varnish holding a pen. Text reads Art & Flash.

In this month’s Art & Flash digestif there’s a writing prompt to get snippy about.

#ekphrastic #writingworkshop

Read it here - mailchi.mp/62f00ca76746...

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Pink typewriter covered in paint on a painty background.

Pink typewriter covered in paint on a painty background.

Today at 11am or 8pm GMT
Join me for an hour of writing and art appreciation.

There will be flies and truffles and A LOT of paint. Oh, and an Australian celebrity.
#ekphrastic #writingworkshop

www.anikacarpenter.com/ekphrastic-w...

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Bleeding ball gown Wrote in Jan 2026.

Love this #poem #ekphrastic #poetry is one of my favorite forms have a poetry reading in April and would love to share any upcoming readings for #nationalpoetrymonth especially. Please share any new poets. open.substack.com/pub/ymoghad/...

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The Hudson Looks Different, another Joan Mitchell ekphrastic published in @petrichorlit.bsky.social a couple years ago (thanks again editors, and for the nomination)!
petrichormag.com/21-koss/

#ekphrasticpoem, #ekphrastic, #poem, #poetry, #art, #painting, #joanmitchel, #womeninart, #womenpainters

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Posting some ekphrastic poems just because. I hope you like them. This one is about Joan Mitchell's "City Landscape."

This one was published originally in @westchesterreview! Thank you again.

www.westchesterreview.com/koss

#ekphrastic, #poem, #joanmitchell, #painting, #abstractpainting,

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A pink typewriter on a surface covered with paint. Green paint drips down thw paper on which is written - Art & Flash Ekphrastic writing workshop Monday, March 16th 11am or 8pm GMT

A pink typewriter on a surface covered with paint. Green paint drips down thw paper on which is written - Art & Flash Ekphrastic writing workshop Monday, March 16th 11am or 8pm GMT

In Art & Flash this month we’ll be writing in response to work by an artist described as a rebel, a playful genius, a pioneer, a cultural icon.
Come and write characters as huge as her canvases, as wild as her brushstrokes. #ekphrastic #writingworkshop

🔗 www.tickettailor.com/events/anika...

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Posting some previously ekphrastic poems just because. I hope you like them.

This one was published originally in Roifaineant Press. Thank you again.

roifaineantarchive.wixsite.com/rf-arc-hive/...

#ekphrastic, #poem, #poetry, #art, #poetryart, #poet, #poetsometimes

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#poetry #ekphrastic #wildwalkprompt #crunch

After a brilliant display
Locals call 'phoenix rising'
A star will crunch today
Which is not surprising
Yet it will not go away
Which is undermining
Our new solar array
So back to redesigning
For plasma in the way

#photography #digitalart #photoediting

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'Canada is as far away as bibles are' by Fokkina McDonnell | After... Read ekphrastic poem 'Canada is as far away as bibles are' by Fokkina McDonnell exclusively in After... Poems inspired by other art

From Fokkina McDonnell's #ekphrastic poem, 'The Avid Reader':

'We see the middle-aged man
carrying a hat, smoking a pipe,
because Graham inhabits him.

All artists are obsessives:
these giant light boxes,
demanding our devotion.'

afterpoetry.com/poem/mar-03...

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Digital artwork of AQ's nekomata maleform in a shadowy, light dabbled forest

Photo credit: @robojesi
Digital art, model: AQ

Digital artwork of AQ's nekomata maleform in a shadowy, light dabbled forest Photo credit: @robojesi Digital art, model: AQ

Eternally Yours
#poetry #ekphrastic

Hello, my name is chaos
I find it entertaining
You think a sense of order
Can easily contain me

Yet when your plans fail
Or maintenance falls through
Right before you know it
I'm stalking just behind you

#photography #digitalart #photoediting

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www.eventbrite.com/e/ekphrastic...

#poetry #denver #denverart #denverwriters #art #ekphrastic #danverartists

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'The Lion in the Room' by Susan Trofimow | After... Read ekphrastic poem 'The Lion in the Room' by Susan Trofimow exclusively in After... Poems inspired by other art

From Susan Trofimow's #ekphrastic poem 'The Lion in the Room':

'Almost too late, the light arrived –

coming from a window I couldn’t see.  
The lion had drawn himself closer,

and with him the scent of cream.'

afterpoetry.com/poem/feb-17...

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Poem EVERYWHERE EVERYWHERE by Robert Frede Kenter
excerpt
I wear monarch eyelashes for you
  I could melt for you   like a candied doll
 abandoned in snow

Poem EVERYWHERE EVERYWHERE by Robert Frede Kenter excerpt I wear monarch eyelashes for you I could melt for you like a candied doll abandoned in snow

excerpt.

all eyes are on your august barrettes

excerpt. all eyes are on your august barrettes

Art by Yasin Aribuga 
a young woman (almost mannequin like) surrounded by butterflies in and out of focus.

Art by Yasin Aribuga a young woman (almost mannequin like) surrounded by butterflies in and out of focus.

A poem of mine for #valentinesDay first published in VISUAL VERSE which is now archived at the Newcastle Centre online. Blessings and light #poem #ekphrastic #poetsofbsky

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#photography #photoediting
Digital artwork of a lioness emerging through paint
Colorist: @robojesi
Digital Art: @acausalqualia

#photography #photoediting Digital artwork of a lioness emerging through paint Colorist: @robojesi Digital Art: @acausalqualia

#poetry #ekphrastic
An artist moved, no goal in mind
For every drip or stroke of brush
Creates anew, so what they find
Born from errant clouds of paint
Is patience given, rewarding time
Spent immersed in chromatic flush
Or embedded in clever rhyme
As the lioness of fortune's fate
Arrives
#digitalart

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Special Announcement: Two Anthology Calls Announcing two anthology calls! The Metaphor Tree: an anthology of ekphrastic poetry Blood Dance: an anthology of dark ekphrastic flash fiction

@ekphrasticreview.bsky.social

Special Announcement: Two Anthology Calls

The Metaphor Tree: an anthology of ekphrastic poetry

Blood Dance: an anthology of dark ekphrastic flash fiction

#writing #ekphrastic #poetry #flashfiction

www.ekphrastic.net/the-ekphrast...

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From Oormila Vijayakrishnan Prahlad's #ekphrastic poem 'Paper tiger':

'The café scene I am starring in is comical in hindsight.
Coffee with a paper tiger.

Quills, flaming arrows, stones, catapult into the air.
A bouquet of hummingbirds discolours the sun.'

afterpoetry.com/poem/feb-01...

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