a descent into poetry insanity |
| it's too easy to assume our eyes deceive us. elephants, they say, stand proud and impressive behind the lake, living enormous lives below the swans and trees that float above them, like crowns, proclaiming their majesty. no, no, they are swans, we see, long neck trunks and wide tree legs standing dead above the water, anchored by three strong elephants who can bear their weight. no, no, we remember, just paint and canvas, shaped by a master into the question: what is real? both? neither? our eyes crave the deception. so, why should we choose? all are real. the rock and the man. the cloud and the hand. the nightmare and the shadow. the elephant and the swan, floating serenely, an impossible mirror of an elephant's head. line count: 21 April 28: poem based on a well-known painting or photograph (& provide a link to it!) https://www.dalipaintings.com/swans-reflecting-elephants.jsp |