Nikki Zarate

July 30, 2019

“Kenai” by Katherine FallonPosted by

Ekphrastic Challenge, June 2019: Editor’s Choice

 

Blue Whale by Nikki Zarate

Image: “Blue Whale” by Nikki Zarate. “Kenai” was written by Katherine Fallon for Rattle’s Ekphrastic Challenge, June 2019, and selected as the Editor’s Choice.

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Katherine Fallon

KENAI

According to the guide, had my photos
been better, we could have identified

any of the whales as individuals by their tail
flukes. Lobed and dark as glassen water,

their under-sides were stained white with
markings peerless as our own fingerprints:

secrets they chose to tell not to us but to
the sleet, which called them up, which called

for the force of the thrust of an airplane engine
(understand: we needed something human

to understand). Knowing nothing and never
having followed anything which could be seen

from far away, difference was lost on us,
and we couldn’t stop shivering, telling ourselves

how strong we were for facing weather.
We had come so far to see them breach among

the dying glaciers, which growled like predators
before calving. The whales alone were unafraid

of the ice, though we should have understood
the violent shed as sensible, effortless, a letting go.

Toothless whales have two blowholes.
They have to think to breathe.

—from Ekphrastic Challenge
June 2019, Editor’s Choice

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Comment from the editor, Timothy Green: “I always love learning while reading a poem, and the biological facts here not only teach us about whales, but do a tremendous amount of metaphorical work, particularly in the last line. Add to that the music of the language throughout, and this is a thoroughly excellent poem.”

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July 25, 2019

“Ink Blots” by Matt QuinnPosted by

Ekphrastic Challenge, June 2019: Artist’s Choice

 

Blue Whale by Nikki Zarate

Image: “Blue Whale” by Nikki Zarate. “Ink Blots” was written by Matt Quinn for Rattle’s Ekphrastic Challenge, June 2019, and selected as the Artist’s Choice.

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Matt Quinn

INK BLOTS

Perhaps because there were currents swirling
within the silence, or because a seagull
was shrieking outside the window
or in my head, or because in the end I had to

say something, I said I saw a whale.
Go on, he said. A blue whale, then, I said.
Go on, he said. And because it seemed important
to start at the beginning, I told him of a wolf

that had grown weary of the shallow
society of wolves and had left its pack and drifted
out into the deep ocean. Go on, he said,
and I told him how the salt water had held

the wolf, and how the wolf liked to float, cradled
by the blue, and how its legs transformed
into flippers and its body became huge
and blubbered against the cold, so that the wolf

floated suspended inside that giant body,
just as that body floated in the ocean,
and how the blue water stained that body blue
as if the sea were made of ink. Go on, he said.

In time, I said, it found it could no longer return
to the land, and some nights it sang songs
of its lost pack, and evermore it wandered solitary
in the great ocean. And what else? he asked.

So I told him of how once a blue whale finally
came ashore, how wounded by a harpoon
and desperate to breathe, it beached itself
near Bragar, on the small island of Lewis,

and how they had planted its jaw-bones
as an arch by the side of a road, and had hung
the harpoon from it, as a memorial, perhaps,
or perhaps as a warning. And I told him of ship-strikes,

and how easy it was to become entangled
in the debris of other people’s nets, and also of the noise
their engines make, and how finally their sonar
had drowned the last of my mourning songs.

And these smaller ink blots, he asked,
that surround the whale, what are these? Jellyfish,
I said quickly, not meeting his eye, spineless companions
of the whale, translucent blobs of floating

nothing, drifting along with it. For I knew better
than to tell this man the truth,
that the blue whale had sought refuge
in the basement-womb of the deepest blue ocean,

and that there were depth charges
exploding all around it.

—from Ekphrastic Challenge
June 2019, Artist’s Choice

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Comment from the artist, Nikki Zarate: “I enjoyed the back and forth conversation between the story teller and the listener. It was as if I was sitting beside a fire, being told a legend or a fairytale. The poem also did a wonderful job of connecting the sea with the land, through the whale and the wolf. It kept my interest and I wanted more and that rarely happens for me.”

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