Used with Permission of Artist Joy Dickson
Memories
are black pearls,
heavy rounds
of moon and sea
Copyright 2018 Brenda Davis Harsham
Notes: Ekphrastic poetry is created from art, often setting a scene or telling a story. I usually tie my poetry to photographs in some way, but not always by telling a story or setting a scene. Is it still Ekphrastic if it doesn’t do one of those? I’m unsure, but this poem is what this wonderful painting created in my mind.
22 thoughts on “Black Pearl”
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Friendly Fairy Tales 
Sweet Grooviness.. 😎🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀
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Thanks, Dorna.
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and what a perfect fit!
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Thanks, Beth!
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Reblogged this on By the Mighty Mumford and commented:
VERY ORIENTAL IN SOUND—IS THAT A BLACK PEARL SHE’S HOLDING OR AN ENORMOUS BLACK CAT? 🙂
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Your guess… why don’t you write your own poem based on it?
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Good idea—except now I can see that her head is rising up out of the pearl itself!—I think?
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HEY BRENDA—its done—whaddaya think?
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Great one, Jonathan!
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Thanks!
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Fab thought! ❤
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Thanks!
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Mysterious, like black pearls.
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The more you touch them, the more they change.
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A fantastic new word, a beautiful painting and a hauntingly good poem. Thanks!
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Thank you!
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Black pears are beautiful and disappear in the darkness. Lovely words, Brenda.
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Thanks, Gigi.
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Beautiful, Brenda. I love it. 🙂
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Thank you!
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Oooooo I like it, a little mystery in there..
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Thanks!
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