The Poetry Seven's assignment this month was simple: Write a poem inspired by an image. (Technically, it's called ekphrastic poetry.) We all used the same image, plucked specially for us from the magpie-marvelous collection of Tanita Davis.
(Source: lowpresssure, via baikuken)
Sculpture by Danish artist Susanne Ussing
Hold your tongue, they said.
Unable to grasp how such a
delicate hand as my own could
hold such a large and dextrous muscle,
Laughter is mighty exercise
for the tongue.
Have a care, they said.
But I could not nibble at care—at the metallic whiff
of the bit approaching, my tongue bucked
words, flinging them upright and uncleft
into the wild.
Language multiplies the reach
of the tongue.
Quit jawboning, they said.
But, by now, my head—enlarged by the excavations
of my tongue—was naught but a bony bloom;
the world, whispering back,
I was not alone
but one of many tongues.
Hush now, they said. Hear our prayers.
Their too-small devotions brushed my skin,
worms turning dirt. I shot to the sky,
a hot-house flower, all of me muscled as
Together, we made the
I knelt; they held
my heart, thrumming.
---Sara Lewis Holmes (all rights reserved)
I tried not to look at what my poetry sisters wrote for the same image until I was done with mine, but OH! Wow. Go look now:
Tricia (Happy 9th blog anniversary!)
Poetry Friday is hosted today by Katya at Write. Sketch. Repeat.