Our friend Steven Withrow likes to write poems inspired by art. Here’s a new challenge from him with an example of how he gets motivated.
David, recently, my family and I spent time at the Rhode Island School of Design Museum in Providence. I could barely pull myself away from the canvases of George Wesley Bellows (1882-1925), an Ohio painter of the realist Ashcan School. Steaming Streets (1908) is possibly my favorite of his paintings, and I wrote the following poem to share in its presence and implied motion.
Had the Draft Horses in George Bellows’s Steaming Streets
understood they’d be foregrounding history,
or, with their rough-brushed musculatures,
lifted their hind hooves slick through sludge
of Winter 1908, by the ashcan calendar,
blearing a fog-wrapped tramcar’s tracks,
no doubt the nearer one, black as a bilge rat,
still would have thrust his haltered head
into the froth of his own cold breath,
as the child in the sleet-white kerchief watched
as the latched pair dragged their dray-less driver on.
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If you’d like to try an ekphrastic poem of your own, please choose a work of visual art and share your accompanying poem along with a link to the original work. You may take any approach you wish, but the poem should, ideally, add something to the experience of the visual work rather than merely describing what is evident.
–Steven Withrow
http://cracklesofspeech.blogspot.com
Steven, thank you for the beautiful poem and great challenge. Heads up everyone. Find a picture or photo and climb inside it. Ekphrastic poems are favorites of mine too. Here’s one I shared last year for an art-poetry exhibit in Oxford, Pennsylvania. Artist Paula Graham painted a beautiful picture of fish and I supplied the poem.
Fish
by David L. Harrison
Lean down,
touch
the satin line
that separates us from
them, dwellers of the blue world,
slender darts suspended
between
earth and sky
where I, were I able,
might choose now and then
to plunge in and exchange
friendly bubbles
of fishy gossip.
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B.J. Lee has a poem with picture to share so I’m adding them to the post. Thanks, B.J.
Root Beer
In summer
icy root beer floats
are pleasing
In winter
icy root beer flows
are freezing
copyright 2009 B. J. Lee
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Thank you, Madeleine Kuderick and son, for the following ekphrastic poem inspired by Ben, age 10.
LIZARD IN THE SKY
The sky is blue.
The trees are green.
But what if somewhere in between
there was a world way up high
where lizards floated in the sky?
And no one said –
You don’t belong!
Or –
Flying lizards are just wrong!
Instead, they let the lizard be
and let him see what he might see.
Then maybe he would start to sing
and feel just like a lizard king.
I bet he could do anything!
Where lizards fly and words don’t sting.
And God would like the song he sung
and let him catch clouds on his tongue.
Sometimes I want to fly there too.
Where skies are green and leaves are blue.
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And now, ladies and gentlemen, we have a new offering that just arrived from B.J. Lee. Read and enjoy.
Bird on the Brain
By B.J. Lee
A bird on the brain can be one great big pain.
If it stays very long, a cat could go insane.
Once bird takes residence inside your mind,
you may as well leave other thoughts far behind
Let’s say you just want to sit dreaming of fish.
With bird on the brain, you won’t get your wish.
The bird can be quite difficult to dislodge,
since he makes all your thoughts one complete bird hodgepodge.
You’ll think robins and sparrows, canaries and pewees,
parakeets, goldfinches, blue jays, and chickadees.
Take it from me. I’ve been there before.
There is only one way to get bird out the door.
You have to be stubborn, unyielding and firm.
You have to keep at him till he starts to squirm.
Tell him you’re in on his little bird schemes.
Tell him to stop messing up your fish dreams.
Tell him, instead of fish, he’ll be your snack.
He’ll then fly the coop and he will not come back
(at least until the next time).








Loved your poem, Steven–it really pulled me inside the painting. Vibrant, visceral–both of them. And David, lots to love in yours, too, especially the images of ‘the satin line that separates us’ from those ‘slender darts suspended between earth and sky.’
Julie
Hi Julie,
Thank you for coming by to read Steven’s fine poem and comment on it. This is a tried and true technique, not only for conceiving poetry but for whole stories. I’m glad that Steven suggested bringing it here.
Steven: I love the parallel between the sleek scarfed girl and the photo of you and daughter. Also delight in the way you fly back to Bellow’s point of view in 1908! Not
just your science data and history are unique tidbits, but also your vocabulary and poem structures. (Will now attempt to utilize the term: ekphrastic”)
David: You honor other poets and then stage their pieces to perfection in a duet with your own.I have begun to get Christmas Greetings from our poets in Honesdale’12.
All of them reflect the graciousness of your bringing us together.
Am off to video Ken’s Poetry Class in Phoenix.
Jeanne Poland
Good morning, dear Jeanne,
By now you may be in Phoenix. If so, give Ken my best too. I’m so glad that you remain in touch and collaboration. As for this poem by Steven, it’s one of my favorites so I’m delighted to see it posted here.
I’m glad you are hearing from so many poets from our workshops. They are indeed good people!
They are both wonderful. You cannot beat pictures for poetic inspiration.
Hi Catherine,
Thank you for leaving such a nice comment. It is much appreciated.
David
David, I am so grateful to have found all you wonderful poets this year. I am learning a lot and enjoying some brilliant poetry.
Steven – Wow, your poem blew me away. Very powerful. And David, yours was delightful!
I DO wish the word “ekphrastic” was more kid-friendly.
Ha! I agree, B.J. Ekphrastic could use a good make-over.
David – I have an ekphrastic poem with photograph to share. Not sure how to post it. I emailed it to you. Thanks!
B.J., your wish is my command. Here you go. And thanks.
Thanks for posting, David!
Wow, Steven – waht a poem to get us started! Love the imagery and historicity of the picture/poem combination. Also enjoyed David’s & BJ’s – great examples of elevating something beautiful into something more. Guess I’ll have to get working on one myself, now!
Hi Matt,
Good to see you here and I hope you follow through with a poem of your own. I left this up for today before moving on but, as you know, we’ll receive more poems for several more days.
Steven and David, thanks for sharing this wonderful challenge. I’ve sent a poem to you via email. Sometimes when I look at a piece of artwork, I try get inside the artist’s head and to imagine what might’ve been going on in his life at the very moment he chose to paint that particular picture . . . especially when that artist is my own 10 year old son. I hope you like it!
Dear Madeleine,
I got your poem and Ben’s artwork posted and want to thank you for sharing them. Please tell Ben that I like his picture very much. He has talent! Judging from your poem, it’s not hard to see where he gets it.
David, thank you for posting my poem and Ben’s artwork and for your very kind words – they mean a lot to both of us!
Madeleine – I absolutely adored your poem and artwork by your son. Very inspired!
Where skies and green and leaves are blue indeed!
“Friendly bubbles of fishy gossip” – marvelous!
And the image that sticks with me from Steven’s wonderful poem is “thrust his haltered head into the froth of his own cold breath” – so evocative.
I love writing to art and do it often, though I don’t think I’ve stuck so closely to the visual inspiration. I sort of grab onto the feeling of the piece and meander off from there.
David, if you feel like adding another, here’s a silly art-inspired poem I did for kids a while back called “This Pig’s Got the Blues” : http://www.nowaterriver.com/poetry-monday-this-pigs-got-the-blues/
Renee, you’ve done it again. I love your interview with your brother. How DO you draw out the silliness in people? It’s a gift. And of course I laughed at your sad pig poem. Now I must insist that everyone who reads this go immediately to click onto your site, sit back, and just enjoy.
Thank you, David! It helps that my brother is already as silly as I am. Hm…maybe there’s something in that name “David”….
You raise a good point, Renee. Sometimes my M.O.W. makes me raise my hand when I’m teasing so she can be sure I’m just being silly.
for Gabriel in Joyce’s “The Dead”
I love
the falling snow,
despite its limitations,
its icy implications—
a fleshy, swollen fruit
bursting with elixir,
silences the earth
with piquant scent and
velvet hand for one resplendent
moment before melting into
sodden, blackish pulp.
like Gretta
in the lamplight
remembering Michael Furey—
he, a flame, a flicker
in the half-forgotten night,
she, a caramelizing peach–
stinging, sweet, insouciant–
while snowflakes falling, falling
in the evanescent mist
as Christmas evening dwindles
into caviar and wine—
voices ringing, crystal clinking,
laughter hollow, rippling
in fast, ferocious waves.
inside—fires glowing,
outside—whitely snowing,
whitely, whitely snowing,
the while Gabriel sadly knowing
the love he thought pristine…
a mere echo of that early,
blighted snow.
(c) jgk, 2010
Julie, I’m sorry that I failed to respond to your lovely poem. It’s well crafted and echoes Gabriel’s melancholy as he moves through the long evening. Thanks for sharing this with us.
Thank you all for your kind words about my Steaming Streets poem. It was a joy to write and revise. I’d love to publish a whole collection of poems-about-paintings.
And thank you also for sharing your own ekphrastic efforts — much to admire here! I didn’t expect a poem about a literary character, Julie, but I am very pleasantly surprised.
Steven Withrow
You’re welcome, Steven!
julie
David – I’ve got another ekphrastic poem to share to a Paul Klee painting. Is it too late?
By all means, please share it!
David – I just sent the poem and artwork by email. Thank you!
Thanks, B.J.
It’s up now.
Thanks David. It looks great!