Poetry Wednesday - Lost

Rattle’s Ekphrastic August challenge

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Good day Red Cabbage Heads,

This is a poem that I wrote for Rattle’s Ekphrastic Challenge back in August. This is where we were given the job of viewing some art and writing a poem about it. This was my first try at this challenge. I quite like my attempt though the two that won were infinitely better.

Terry’s Keys” by Kim Beckham

Lost

rattling on sea-weathered 
wood I hang, desolate, 
a simple rotting timber 
fence held vertical only by 
rusted barbed twists,
footings decaying in 
encroaching dunes,
my lonely salt wind dancing 
deepening grained ridges, 
splintering silvered bark, 
On sand I fell carelessly, 
washed clean in briny swell,
I was lost, then found, 
hung to chafe the air with 
metallic decay, to scratch at 
recognition in optimistic 
hope of joyful reunion.  

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I have been trying to work on my titles since this poem. They are a little generic and short. Not that it would have helped I feel.

As usual I’d love to hear what you think.

Till next time. Tx

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