Where do you keep your clowns?
What secrets lurk twisting in a storm?
A place for shadows to frolic
Upon shores of abandoned lighthouses
Dilapidated oceans dripping from sun
A phallic shaped memorial to circus
in the gloom with a rickety staircase
Sinistrorsely snaking around the shaft
A helter-skelter nod to the absurd
like a link to the atavistic need to prank
For the sake of shaking its tail afoot
to that last vestige of ridiculousness
A beacon to laughs and the bizarre
amidst all the misery and impending
cold.
An ekphrastic poem inspired by this wonderful image by Lee Madgwick. This was written for the writing prompt at dVerse tonight. There are more images and links to poems to inspire you there.
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I enjoyed reading what you see in the image.
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Love your take, Cara! I especially liked, “Dilapidated oceans dripping from sun”!
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Yes, you capture the strangeness and incongruity of the image. I felt I was being given a tour.
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Clowns are never far. 😉
–Shay
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Ha ; )
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This made me shiver… but there is something sinister with the lighthouse.
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Love the bizarre and haunting take (I chose the same image). Specially this part:
A helter-skelter nod to the absurd.
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I appreciate you taking the time to read and comment!
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clowns, twisting storms, and frolicking shadows… A recipe for spooky, indeed!
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