Through shades of monochrome
aureate decadence glimmers:
feathered turban shimmers;
richly embroidered sleeve
and shoulder spark
white and grey,
a hint of gold.
But her eyes
are hidden
embers,
cold,
old.
Kim M. Russell, 5th May 2018

My response to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads Camera FLASH!
Kerry says it’s time to strike a pose again with the photographic challenge for May.
A most gorgeous ekphrastic poem, Kim!💞 Especially love the image “aureate decadence glimmers”… wow!💞
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Thank you, Sanaa! 🙂
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What I like most about this piece is that I can see the photograph through your imagery, so that if I didn’t have the photo, I would have a good idea of what the photo would look like. Also, I really like how you captured the bit about her eye being cold/lightless in contrast to the other light in the image. I hadn’t noticed that before you pointed it out! Thanks for sharing!
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Thanks for reading and commenting, Izy!
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Wow! Wonderful description and shape poem.
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Thanks! 🙂
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Love it!
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Thank you, Annell!
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Ha, the eyes have it, or in this case, surely do not.
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🙂
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kaykuala
But her eyes
are hidden
embers,
cold,
old
You brought out the unexpected at the close beautifully Kim!
Hank
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Thanks Hank!
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This is really good, Kim. You made this image speak.
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Thank you, Viv!
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😊
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You have stripped away the layers most effectively, Kim.
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Thank you, Kerry 😉
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I’d bet that if she lost the costume, she would come across as quite so cold/ old…
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I meant to say WOULDN’T come across…
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😊
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Maybe… 😊
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The shape of the poem fits well the progression of thought
Much🌼love
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That you, Gillena, and much love to you. 🌷
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Some of that decadence have faded with time…
cold
old
Really like that end, a bit like the fading of photos.
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Thanks Bjorn
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loved how you shaped the poem it helped in the message…
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Thank you!
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Brava. 😎🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀
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Thank you, Dorna! 🙂
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I’ll dress your look but my eyes will sing a different song. Nice, Kim. I like the Shape also though I don’t know it’s meaning. Tea from the spout? A swatch of elegant cloth?
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Thank you, Jim. I didn’t make that shape on purpose, it just kind of happened as I zoomed in from the overall picture to her eyes, stripping away the grandeur. Although the picture is called ‘The Cup’, I didn’t really consider it as important, – and then I thought hot tea/coffee/chocolate – cold eyes. But when I look at the shape of the poem, I see Art Deco geometry.
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Haunting and alluring! A great combination of ekphrastic and concrete poetry!
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Thank you, Frank!
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My pleasure, Kim! 😇
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Ah, the perfect voice for the image. She does seem a bit caught in faded decadence.
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The image is from two years before WW1, a period of affluence when the rich believed that they were safe, there wouldn’t be a war and then the Titanic sank. The atmosphere of the time seeps through the picture.
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