
A Poem After “Two Old Ones Eating Soup” by Goya
Held like a leash in his hand,
grasped fingers at the expense
of pain and joints.
Then a turn of a spoon,
and golden broth from bone and stones
touches his lips like a warm kiss.
The wonders of triumph
from a thin clear broth. A bowl of soup
on this wide and gloomy night.
An Ekphrastic poem based on the image Two Old Ones Eating Soup, (1823) by Francisco Goya. Image is public domain. Poem ©Misky 2022 Shared with #amwriting on Twitter
7 responses to “25.02.22: A Poem After “Two Old Ones Eating Soup” by Goya”
You’ve captured those dudes! Their facial expressions come out in your words.
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Thank you!
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Where did you get that digital photo of me and Mrs H. from?
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😁💕
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🙂
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Lovely piece – so like the incantation in the line ‘golden broth from bone and stones’ – and what a striking image – where was Goya’s mind by then?
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Thanks. Poor health and bloody atrocious times to live. No wonder he did the black wall series.
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