ekphrastic poem

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Musing on Marginalia

Published April 24, 2017 by kdorholt

See him sit
on alabaster steed
bedecked by scarlet saddle!
The hapless, kingless citizens
of Libya’s Selene
crouched on castle ramparts
cannot help but witness . . .

A holy knight has
ridden to their rescue!
Solid gold halo glows
heavily from his
nape of neck up
until it touches his
faultless forehead.

How blinded by
his rich radiance they be!
Yes, the infidel’s
God must love them,
the chosen few,
(Allah be praised!)
to be saved by such
a silver man.
How he shines!

(His lance is long–
forged by an Almighty
from mold modeled on
a towering tree trunk.
It must be!
Refined by his
god’s gold, surely!)

See how anointed weapon
pierces the downed dragon’s
scaled, slinking body
time and time again,
until it meets the
secret spot under the
devil’s green left wing.
Quelling beast’s raging roar!
Quenching the fire once
flowing from the mouth
with slithering tongue!

Tender Princess Cleodolinda
“sweet as a summer morning”
(Herself sent as city’s sacrifice!)
curtsies in courtly submission
to this true knight in shining armor.
Her golden robe and gown
flowing in gratitude near
the glutton-blooded ground,
smiles her grace and
beatific benediction
for all our people
forever to be praised–
in poem, prayer, picture,
story, scene, and song–
This Saint George!


The Ball-Park Boy (Ekphrastic poem from picture provided NaPoWriMo 4/27/2014)

Published April 27, 2014 by kdorholt

Ball Park Boy

See that boy at bat
In the cardinal-red shirt
and wicked-white pants?
See how he, like a brilliant
firework, attracts attention
from all the other ordinary,
unexceptional guys out there?

See how he stands
so sure and strong?
He holds his bat
like a superhero
ready to strike!
Consumed in
power and concentration.

The pitcher holds
the baseball
but my batter
is its boss.
The pitcher lets it go.
My batter determines
its fate—let it soar!

That boy at bat,
Right now I am
a bleacher blur to him
but he will be
my boyfriend.
He is yet
to know it, though.

One day I
will be his focus
all his concentration.
He in another red shirt
and pair of pants
pressed for a party.
Praise to perfection!

I won’t wear
hot pink “Hello Kitty.”
or a brown basic braid
down my back.
I’ll be in a slight
soft-salmon shift and curls
and he will be dazzled.

Like this bright, brilliant
day of summer baseball
Our future glistens!
He’ll hold me in
his handsome hands,
soft, sure, secure and feel
how much he loves me.

He might even
say, “Marry me
and we’ll honeymoon
in Hawaii, my heart.”
How do I happen
to know this happy news?
My Magic Eight Ball says, “Yes!”

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