On April 13, our Poetry Forum Leader provided the following prompt:
Write an ekphrastic poem: a poem that describes, interprets, embodies, or speaks to a real-life work of art (such as a painting, sculpture, photograph, architecture, etc.)
Well, I love writing poems after devouring a work of art, so I jumped on this one. One of the paintings that has affected me most deeply, and many others around the world as well, is Pablo Picasso's Guernica. He painted this enormous canvas in 1937, while the civil war in Spain still raged. The title takes its name from a Basque village that was bombed by Nazis who supported the Fascist cause.
|Guernica by Pablo Picasso, 1937|
So here's my poor poem reflecting my observations:
“To Picasso’s Guernica”
God’s mechanical eye
A mother’s scream shakes canvas loose
while flame scorches the frame.
Terror trembles on faces uplifted
but the hand is severed
so who is left to pick up the pieces?
The minotaur stomps free
trampling ruins of hope
while the warhorse flees.
Like shards of glass
from bombed-out windows
assembled in new patterns
to reveal a horror, color
as stark as right and wrong,
but isn’t war in red?