Venus Frigida, by Peter Paul Rubens (Flemish), 1614.
Venus at daybreak
our wintertime love
shivers in the spilled ink dawn,
turns her frigid back
Ryan Stone
Written for the 20 poem challenge at Ekphrastic, September 2016.
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Venus Frigida, by Peter Paul Rubens (Flemish), 1614.
Venus at daybreak
our wintertime love
shivers in the spilled ink dawn,
turns her frigid back
Ryan Stone
Written for the 20 poem challenge at Ekphrastic, September 2016.
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Nicely done 🙂
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beautiful, ryan. i like this classic painting – poetry series )
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Thank you, Beth. I hope I can see it through 🙂
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This piece is quite powerful, most especially with the painting. “winter time love” could be something cozy, but here I think even the love is frigid to begin with. And something so cold turns colder with the wonderful image of “the spilled ink dawn” not much light or hope in that sky. And that love “turns her frigid back” I imagine this person once loved freezing over like a snow queen. Like the love turned her heart stone cold to the Ice it began with ten times thicker. Great piece. I kept reading this one over and thinking.
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You get me so well, Amanda. Thank you again for taking the time to read so deeply and leave such wonderful feedback. It means more to me than you could imagine. Have a magic weekend, my friend 🙂
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You’re always welcome. Poems are fascinating things especially well though out ones like yours 🙂 Have a great weekend yourself! 🎈
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Without food and without wine, love cannot shine eh? cheers to you mate!! 😀
oh.. and I love the poem 🙂
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Like a blog without the moon and skittles…miss you, dear friend 🙂
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