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
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