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| White Roses - Iretta Hunter |
White Rose in Winter
Café courtyard. Cold afternoon.
Shivering. Tepid tea.
I did not know she watched me.
The pen in my hand dropped…
as I picked it up,
her gaze pierced mine.
Translucent porcelain white petals,
blooming amidst barren stumps
and thorns sleeping until
the wine of springtime.
Who knew a confetti of detours
and loss tossed by pandemic
into the universe of upheaval
would bring us together.
Me, waiting for grey clouds
to rain a poem; a white rose
holding onto an untimely gift
of life not unlike mine,
a transient chance to begin again.
Georgette Howington
© 2022
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The Benicia First Tuesday Poets’ Group and members of Benicia Literary Arts have written ekphrastic poems about paintings from our show, Watercolor - A Happy Medium.
Ekphrastic poems are vivid verbal descriptions of a work of art. Fifteen different poets each came to the aRt Cottage to pick one pieces from each of the 15 artists in the show. We'll be sharing the poetry here on the blog over the next several days - enjoy!
Ekphrastic poems are vivid verbal descriptions of a work of art. Fifteen different poets each came to the aRt Cottage to pick one pieces from each of the 15 artists in the show. We'll be sharing the poetry here on the blog over the next several days - enjoy!
