Photo Challenge #172
– Mrs. White
Use above image as inspiration for a poem or short story.
Alternatively,
If you are an artist or photographer, use this as an opportunity to showcase your own work.
You have 1 week to complete this challenge.
Please credit the artist!
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Interesting image. Thought provoking.
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Excellent challenge! Really had to put my thinking cap on this week!
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I’d love to know the history of the photo. Do tell.
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Great prompt, thanks!
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KEATS’ CABAL
[based on art by Mrs. White]
We called our group “Keat’s Cabal,”
the four of us poets high above the rest
or so we believed as magically we
(or so we thought) pulled words
from the tall hat of our vanity
and committed them to paper,
refusing to edit, not ever.
Keats’ devotees who couldn’t pen an ode,
egotists who saw only blips of
inspiration, unclear reflections
through opaque mirrors.
We were absolute fools,
more idiot than savant.
At the seashore, we each sat alone
(or so we thought): poet and critic,
poet and beast pecking at our conceit.
Lifting our pens like wands and,
abracadabra, we stood convinced
muddled thoughts preceded words
as we hummed through every line.
Oh, we were an item back then,
The Keats Boys, self-proclaimed
poets sitting smugly on our laurels.
All the while at the seashore
we raised our pens to the squawking
of critics: a fencing of nib and neb.
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