(FYI – there is a photo that accompanies this poem but it doesn’t seem to be working – I will re-upload it asap. My apologies)
Your delicate lines
so precise.
Cold
Calculated curves
of cruel, calamitous Fate,
Stony and tough on top of the scene
Her pointy, painful fingers
poised above
the whirls and billows
of perishing Selima
all in white.
The flavescent fays,
the brilliant beauties,
unspotted
flashy lures to Selima’s faulty footing
Flee the scene.
This poem was written as an ekphrasis exercise in my art criticism class. I wrote it in response to William Blake’s illustration for the poem “Ode on the Death of a Favorite Cat, Drowned in a Tub of Goldfishes” by Thomas Gray.