An Ekphrasis Poem

Maakt Niets Uit – (It Does Not Matter)

She asks me,
what happens when someone
steals your face.

Do I become a mirror?
Am I more than pious dust,
or exotic bric-a-brac?

Am I a drip-tray colour
to coax from
an ancient alchemist’s text?

This woman, she doesn’t
mind that she’s made of crippled clay,
that there’s a hole in her neck.

It’s a cross she bears. Wears.
It wasn’t in her
blue print, so she wears blue

to mirror her powder-blue eyes.
Her obiter dictum moods.
Her blue nitrite gloves.

She keeps pets. A limpet,
a phallus banana, and fruit flies
in a 15-litre pickled egg jar.

The limpet is Dutch.

It says words she has to
look up. Like sepulchre.
And maakt niets uit.

Until recently,
there was no sun in the picture.
It was lost behind the blues.

And she’s hoping and
prospecting the bottom of the jar
for drunk fruit and merriment.

Maakt niets uit, says the limpet.


An Ekphrasis Poem written for Visual Verse’s September Image  
click the image above for larger view & Twiglet “Foreign Tongues”
© Misky 2020. Featured image is by Tyo katu on Unsplash
and dVerse Open Link Night

12 responses to “An Ekphrasis Poem”

  1. I really love the use of dutch in your poem.. and the quote is excellent to use here. Her having fruitflies as pets is really interesting. Is she related to Elinor Rigby?

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  2. your very differing verses fill in all the uncertainties of the faceless dark
    “with thoughts
    fumbling and every song broken, the inky silhouette of desire
    already has her in its arms–”

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  3. She is a mystery, this woman of crippled clay. Let’s hope she finds that sun and merriment at the bottom of the jar.

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  4. This is incredibly powerful in its use of imagery and language, Misky! I especially like; “The limpet is Dutch. It says words she has to look up. Like sepulchre.” 🙂

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  5. I love where the image took you. As usual, we have our own interpretations of an unusual image. Like Björn, I was reminded of Eleanor Rigby. I like the way you used blue in the fifth and sixth stanzas, which makes me wonder if she is a nun, with the ‘cross she bears. Wears’, and that the blue seeps into the tenth stanza. I also love that the limpet is Dutch and it speaks – and the phallus banana!

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    1. I didn’t include the phallus bit in the VV submission for fear they’d reject it. Rulz-R-Rulz 🤣

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      1. I would hope that they are all very broad-minded and wouldn’t reject a poem because of a phallus. 🙂

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  6. Yipes that is quite a character you have conjured, and I can see now how it came to be after seeing the picture at the bottom. Truly creepy!

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  7. You start with a great premise, of having no face, and all the associations that brings with it. And the details, the images are intriguing. Great piece!

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  8. I wonder about this woman of crippled clay. What happened to her in the journey of life. A mysterious poem that lets the reader decipher the code of her being.

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  9. A very odd painting indeed! You did it very good justice with your poem!! Being made of crippled clay is an interesting image!

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  10. An odd painting described through your eyes. Great tale.

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