dVerse An Ekphrastic Poem

Walking In The Shoes of Blackberrying

It’s the 3rd stanza of Blackberrying.
That last hedgerow is behind her,
a milk bottle filled with blackberries,

and the bite of sea air funnels
a phantom laundry wind that
slaps her face.

Terns and gulls hook at the air,
and salt marsh sheep scatter
like chalky clouds on green hills.

She walks along a dirt track,
fence posts prone by wind,

soil summer-hard underfoot.

The track’s as straight as arms
reaching out for the crisp sea.

The horizon melts and thins,
a shaft of deep blue, the sky
feathered and silver as sand.

What god anchored that isle
headland to the sea. What
arrow’s feathers still remain.

She remembers this day as eternity.

Written for dVerse Poets, an ekphrastic poem based on Fay Collins’s painting “Eroded Coast, Ireland”. Fay Collins’s collection is at this link. When I saw this painting, I immediately thought of one of my favourite poems, Blackberrying by Sylvia Plath. For a moment, I was walking in her shoes. Shared with #APoemADay on Twitter   ©Misky 2021

21 responses to “dVerse An Ekphrastic Poem”

  1. Excellent – a truly beautiful ekphrastic rendition

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    1. Thanks, Ron. 🥰

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  2. how incredibly lovely, Misky ❤

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    1. Thank you, David! ❤️

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  3. I, too, love Plath’s marvelous poem. I think she would like yours, too. It’s real poetry, not just prose pretending to be, as one so often runs across.

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    1. Thank you so much!

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  4. Ooh, you really capture a moment here, and also the way some memories hang there in our minds, perfect and unchanging.

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    1. Thanks, Sarah. Enjoyed writing to your prompt, and that stunning painting.

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  5. I could see myself walking down that path with the imagery you gave me! I would love to experience that!

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    1. Thanks for your lovely comment..

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  6. I love how you went beyond that third stanza when the blackberried been picked when you reach the sea, that is truly a day to remember… and there is something of late summer in that painting.

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    1. Thank you so much!

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  7. Such a wonderful tribute to Plath: I especially liked this line: “Terns and gulls hook at the air” evoking the choughs and hooks in Plath’s poem. What a lovely read!
    Pax,
    Dora

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  8. Gorgeousness begins here! 😀 I especially love; “The horizon melts and thins, a shaft of deep blue, the sky
    feathered and silver as sand.” Sigh …

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    1. Thank you so very much!

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  9. You captured what this painting makes me feel: those sacred days of endless blue!

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    1. Thank you, Ingrid. That’s such a lovely comment to receive.

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