Her outstretched arms are fluid,
drenched in golden liquid,
legs immersed in shadowed
movement, feet flexed,
ready to run.
He wipes the brush,
dips it into cadmium.
Are these broken lines
in shades of banana
a sun-filled visual love poem
or a jaundiced portrayal
of love gone lemon-sour?
Kim M. Russell, 6th December 2020
A failed submission shared with Poets and Storytellers United Writers’ Pantry
This is an ekphrastic poem inspired by John Di Leonardo’s Nude Study (Canada) 2020, but I am unable to share the image due to copyright infringement. I hope you can imagine it.
Like the contradictory images that flow from the yellow in the portrait….!
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Thats a very yellow mystery. Happy Sunday Kim
Thank you for droppibg by my blog today
Much❤love
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Thank you, Gillena. Much love to you!
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Regardless of the title he calls it the painting alone knows the secret of the subject!
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True!
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Your words need no accompaniment, Kim. You’ve painted a vivid picture; a contradictory colour that is yellow. I choose to see a sun-filled visual love poem. ❤
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Thank you, Khaya. That’s what I choose!
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I choose the sun-filled visual love poem too.
Love is good.
Anna :o]
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Thanks Anna, me too! 😊
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She seemed in between to me also. (K)
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Don’t have to imagine anything, KR; you ably capture the original, painting her with your fine verse. Thanks!
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Thank you, Ron!
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‘Shades of banana’ I love that; it will probably play in my head repeatedly this week.
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Thank you, Hazel.
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I’m sun drenched in the yellows you’ve word painted here.
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😊
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Those colors are vivid but they give the question a mystery that lingers.
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This is a beautiful poem … and poses an intriguing question. Love usually wins out for me.
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Thank you, Helen.
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“…shades of banana / a sun-filled visual love poem” all the way. I can practically taste those bits with my eyes.
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Thank you, Magaly.
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I often wonder at the thoughts of the artist and how they reflect in the colors he chooses. Yellow – could be sunshine or lemons, as you suggest.
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Thank you, Bev.
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Beautiful I love ‘…. a sun-filled visual love poem
or a jaundiced portrayal
of love gone lemon-sour?’
I hope the first one
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Thank you, Marja, but from looking at the image from various perspectives, I think it’s lemon sour.
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Having seen the painting my eyes found no love in it …a woman trapped in banana custard trying to flee more like:)
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I agree, Rall.
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I can absolutely picture it from that first verse. Interesting question you pose!
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It’s an interesting image. 🙂
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A wonderful poem. It is so evocative. It didn’t fail in my eyes.
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Thank you so much!
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“a love gone lemon sour”… Nice!
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Thank you, Margaret!
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