medieval skeleton

Feathery white streaks

stark against the darkening blue sky

as death tiptoes across green hills

an impossible stillness in the storm brewing

above his teetering crown, a ruler in another time

death comes calling

to pronounce with his spear

names on a lengthy scroll.


photo:  Ars bene moriendi, France 1470-1480

NaPoWriMo Day 24 – Ekphrastic poetry.

dVerse – Quadrille Monday.  Include the word still.



18 comments on “Ekphrasis

  1. Sabio Lantz says:

    Wow, enjoyed this description of this bizarre picture – dark, yet mysterious

    Liked by 1 person

  2. frankhubeny says:

    I liked the image of death with a smiling face and how you described it.

    Liked by 1 person

  3. lynn__ says:

    Makes me think of the Black Plague taking roll call…creepy, but well written.

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  4. your ekphrastic poem has stillness as the ultimate hero here

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  5. Janice says:

    You really add to my appreciation of the image with your poem….’death tiptoes across green hills’ is priceless

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  6. Death comes collecting… it’s a hard work…

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  7. jillys2016 says:

    Your words made me look at the picture repeatedly for the things your eye saw in it. I would have missed the sky if not for the well-crafted description. Bravo!

    Liked by 1 person

  8. sanaarizvi says:

    I am rather breathless after reading your poem…❤️

    Liked by 1 person

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