maiden mother crone;
wind-cache, holder, mender of nets.
Art Speaks to Art
Base a poem on a piece by one of your favorite artists.
It's hard to pick a single favorite for me, but the work of Spanish Impressionist Joaquín Sorolla y Bastida, is one of the loves of my mature years. His paintings are full of light and personality, and always seem to tell a larger story.
This poem is a fibonacci, a syllable-counting form following the fibonacci sequence of 1/1/2/3/5/8. One of its virtues is that it is automatically short and dense-which makes it perfect for these waning days of April, and my waning poetic energy. ;_)
Top: Three Sails, 1903, by Joaquin Sorolla y Bastida
Footer: Mending Nets, 1901, Ibid.
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