April 25, 2015

Ekphrasis Challenge #3: Editor’s Choice

 

Untitled by James Bernal

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Steven Dondlinger

LOCATION’S EVERYTHING

Call me a pessimist
but one flower over each eye
won’t shield ours souls from heaven.

It’s just wishful thinking
the prayers and blessings
the dirt on empty coffins.

Sure, we bought our plots
when the price was good
and neighbors weren’t all that bad.

They said we’d be better off
dead
and we agreed.

Ekphrasis Challenge #3
Editor’s Choice Winner

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Comment from the editor, Timothy Green, on his selection: “There are many ways ekphrastic poems can work—some poems leap imaginatively into new scenes, others linger on certain details or make a viewer see the source image in new ways. Steven Dondlinger chose probably the most difficult option: Here he explains, expands, and illuminates the very feeling I get looking at the photograph. It’s a happy, lonely, pleasant sadness, that I can’t really describe—this poem is the description.”

Note: This poem has been published exclusively online as part of our quarterly Ekphrasis Challenge, in which we ask poets to respond to an image provided by our current issue’s cover artist. This spring, the image was a photograph by Gail Goepfert. We received 295 entries, and the artist and Rattle‘s editor each chose their favorite. Gail’s choice was posted last Saturday. For more information on the Ekphrasis Challenge visit its page. See other poets’ responses or post your own by joining our Facebook group.

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April 18, 2015

Ekphrasis Challenge #3: Artist’s Choice

 

Untitled by James Bernal

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Liz N. Clift

POTPOURRI

Once, summer meant my mother’s gardens, filled with vegetables, zinnias, faithful
four-o’clocks and the fat bodies of bumblebees wedging into snapdragons.
I could spend hours beneath plants, watching butterflies. The way their proboscis
unfurled and sucked nectar dry, their glitter wings and lilting flight into forever days.

I’d tease sun-warm cherry tomatoes from their plants, caress
their perfect globeness, lay them in a basket atop prickly cucumbers,
green beans, and sweet-smoky peppers with sunburnt sides.

Weeds strangled the vegetable garden first, then the flower garden and summer
days stopped being endless, and I swallowed secrets, let them eat me alive,
truth emerging only through the thin skin of my inner wrists, my ribs.

Years later, I’d steal blizzards and minutes and hours and blackout curtain
summer days in rooms with men who’d wind fingers through my hair
as I knelt between their legs, my palms pressing against their asses,
their thighs, tumbling precious gems dug from some dark earth.

And I loved this thing I wasn’t supposed to like, how I could erase
my body by focusing on theirs, the thrusts, sweat, scars, the way I could
silence questions with well-placed lips and hands.

And then there was the man who followed me West, into the land
of big skies and prairies quilted with paintbrush, poppies, patches of prickly pear.
Who helped me prepare my first adult garden, where nothing grew.

We jousted with uprooted mullein, and stripped lavender blossoms
in southern Oregon, and he traced my scars beneath a blanket
of cosmos without ever touching my skin, which burned with want
at the absence of his fingers, the universe balanced against cerulean sky.

Ekphrasis Challenge #3
Artist’s Choice Winner

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Comment from the photographer, Gail Goepfert, on her selection: “The directions taken by each of the poems Tim sent amazed me. What can be done with blue sky and sulfur cosmos! They elicited a botanist reminiscing about a prom date, to Paolo & Francesca to building a cosmos of remainders, to a souvenir from South America and the memory it evoked of once lying on the ground to look up at these flowers as I did to take the photo. All caught me by surprise and wowed me. In the end, I kept returning to read Liz Clift’s poem, my choice for this challenge; it’s arresting. The tension between the rich garden details including the ‘fat bodies of bumblebees wedging into snapdragons’ and the narrator on her knees (‘how I could erase my body by focusing on theirs’) pulled me in. There was so much rawness, nakedness—raw imagery, raw emotion, rawness in wanting. The poet’s voice—exposed and honest. To imagine that orange flowers against her ‘cerulean sky’ prompted this poem!” (website)

Note: This poem has been published exclusively online as part of our quarterly Ekphrasis Challenge, in which we ask poets to respond to an image provided by our current issue’s cover artist. This spring, the image was a photograph by Gail Goepfert. We received 295 entries, and the artist and Rattle‘s editor each chose their favorite. Timothy Green’s choice will be posted next Saturday. For more information on the Ekphrasis Challenge visit its page. See other poets’ responses or post your own by joining our Facebook group.

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January 24, 2015

Ekphrasis Challenge #2: Editor’s Choice

 

Untitled by James Bernal

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Michael Hallock

CARELESSNESS

The hands and feet are still alive, I guess,
Or else the man calls for another sheet,
Or maybe death just breeds a carelessness—

What here we might call an offhandedness.
If such a scene can be snapped from the street,
Then hands and feet can still survive, I guess.

Who waits behind the walls? Where’s the distress?
What story are they waiting to complete?
Or maybe death just breeds a carelessness

That means not to dishonor, but confess
We feel first for the nearest heart whose beat
Our hands and feet are still alive to guess.

How clinical, yet human, nonetheless.
We would do more, but have our fates to meet,
Or maybe death just breeds a carelessness

This naked shot has managed to compress:
One busy soul, the other, obsolete.
The hands and feet are still alive, I guess;
Or maybe death just breeds a carelessness.

Ekphrasis Challenge #2
Editor’s Choice Winner

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Comment from the editor, Timothy Green, on his selection: “This winter’s photograph generated a wide and wonderful range of poems, conjuring everything creepy, from alien autopsies to hermit crabs in a fish tank—but the timelessness of this villanelle made my hair stand up more than any other interpretation. There’s something about the detached sadness of the speaker, an acceptance of the inevitable moment when each one of us will become obsolete, that’s very haunting. Plus, I’m a sucker for form, and this is a form played perfectly.”

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January 17, 2015

Ekphrasis Challenge #2: Artist’s Choice

 

Untitled by James Bernal

Image by James Bernal. “Clean White Sheets” was written by M for Rattle’s Ekphrastic Challenge, Fall 2014, and selected as the Artist’s Choice.

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M

CLEAN WHITE SHEETS

I asked to be left alone with you.
They weren’t happy about it, but who’s cruel enough
to argue with the widow? One of them hangs like a painting
in the hallway for quite a while before he huffs,
and reluctantly goes. As reluctant to accept the disruption
of me as this clean white room is, with its clean white walls.
Clean white rolling door. Clean white sheets.

I’ve come to dress you for burial. Or cremation.
In all the times we talked about it, you never specified which.
Nor what you wanted to wear. You’d probably pick
the Skinny Dick’s Halfway Inn T-shirt, bought when we visited
Susan in Fairbanks. She always complained about the city’s
20 hours and 17 minutes of night on winter solstice,
but we loved the dark’s invitation to linger longer
in the Regency’s luxury sheets making good
on the T-shirt’s promise of Loose Women Tightened Here.
And if I dressed you in it, what would I wear
to bed on those nights I needed to make you laugh?
Too sick for sex by then, but never for a laugh.

You said you wanted to come back as a nautilus,
a living fossil relatively unchanged after 500 million years
of evolution, with the rare ability to withstand being brought up
from its depths with no apparent damage from the experience.
I pull back the white sheet to remind you that a diabetic
who survived Woodstock on nothing but carrots and acid
was probably already a living fossil.
Why do we cover the faces of the dead?
Are we afraid it would be rude to stare?
Or are we afraid they might stare back at us
with not a hint of recognition?

You are still intact—your generous chest
which never had enough hair to suit you,
your penis mottled by vitiligo, that one-of-a-kind
penis you said would allow me to positively identify you
even if you’d been decapitated.
But you haven’t been. Your head is here.
Everything I’ve ever wanted is here, surprisingly unchanged
after what seems like 500 million years of marriage.
Except the dark outside the window now
is threatening. As are white sheets.
Which will never find their way onto my bed again.
No matter how high the thread count.
No matter how Egyptian the cotton.
Hotel rooms are going to be hell.

Ekphrasis Challenge #2
Artist’s Choice Winner

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Comment from the photographer, James Bernal: “It might come from my background of reading into photographs and making up little stories about the subjects, but I loved everything about ‘Clean White Sheets.’ It was very funny but also very real and honest—I almost feel as though the author truly knew something I didn’t about the recently deceased. I feel like I know who that person was and the life he lived and that he was loved. Thanks M, I’ll never be able to look at this photo without imagining a lonely night at Skinny Dick’s Halfway Inn.”

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October 25, 2014

Ekphrasis Challenge #1: Editor’s Choice

 

Spider by Judy Keown

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Caroline Giles Banks

 

the writing spider
posts her tweet
#mmm

 

Ekphrasis Challenge #1
Editor’s Choice Winner

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Comment from the editor, Timothy Green, on his selection: “Some of the poems submitted to this challenge were insightful, some were touching, others were funny—but only one made me laugh to myself in an empty room every time I read it, and it was this brief (even by haiku standards) haiku. Not only is it funny, but it’s true to the photograph, and as clever and concisely intricate as the argiope spider itself.”

Note: This poem has been published exclusively online as part of our quarterly Ekphrasis Challenge, in which we ask poets to respond to an image provided by our current issue’s cover artist. This fall, the image was a photograph of an argiope spider by Judy Keown. We received 266 entries, and the artist and Rattle‘s editor each chose their favorite. Timothy Green’s choice will be posted next Saturday. For more information on the Ekphrasis Challenge visit its page. See other poets’ responses or post your own by joining our Facebook group.

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October 18, 2014

Ekphrasis Challenge #1: Artist’s Choice

 

Spider by Judy Keown

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Paula Schulz

THE WRITING SPIDER

Everyday I step out into the world,
air all around me. It’s a high wire act

and I’m walking without a net. The wind
blows; the earth rolls beneath my feet.

Sometimes I can’t stop crossing the canyon
on a rickety rope and slatt bridge. I long

for surety and grace, for one clear idea
that will hold—something I might autograph.

 

It’s times like these I think of the writing
spider, her body a fearless All Hallows.

What must it be like to live as a saint,
no longer earthbound. Daily work for her

is spun glass thrown out in faith that it will
land where it should and catch God’s good light.

When the work is done, she signs her name
as any artist would: in startling

 

seismograph script on the net that’s always
there, though often I don’t see it.

Ekphrasis Challenge #1
Artist’s Choice Winner

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Comment from the photographer, Judy Keown, on her selection: “I am in love with the poem I selected and was amazed with the quality of work submitted by each and every poet! Paula Schulz’s poem, ‘The Writing Spider,’ spoke to me and my desire to achieve professional acceptance in the tough world of photography. We each have that inner desire to be recognized for our efforts. Yet for me, I have now learned if I’m happy with an image, that’s really all that counts even if no one sees my work. Acknowledgement from others is just a welcome bonus. I applaud each of the authors and will treasure the poems submitted. As a whole, this group has forever changed my perspective. So now when I’m out photographing nature in the middle of the woods, high atop a mountain, watching the sun rise or set, your words will be there to keep me company. ‘… when the work is done, she signs her name as any artist would …’ Thank you!” (website)

Note: This poem has been published exclusively online as part of our quarterly Ekphrasis Challenge, in which we ask poets to respond to an image provided by our current issue’s cover artist. This fall, the image was a photograph of an argiope spider by Judy Keown. We received 266 entries, and the artist and Rattle‘s editor each chose their favorite. Timothy Green’s choice will be posted next Saturday. For more information on the Ekphrasis Challenge visit its page. See other poets’ responses or post your own by joining our Facebook group.

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