I had write an ekphrastic poem for my writing class last week. I really liked the W. H. Auden poem we talked about that was based on the painting by Pieter Brueghel called The Fall of Icarus so I also picked that painting. I thought since we talked about that particular painting I would share it.
Too Close
Her white sails swell; venture on past
shores where old men fish, never noticing
between each cast:
the flapping arms and falling feathers.
A tired horse with plow pulls on.
Its blinders confine sight.
The farmer sees scant more…
But did he hear? A splash? A sob?
The pale legs thrash, consumed by water green-
A miracle that was never seen.
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