Photo by Terry S. Amstutz, a.k.a. mobius faith: https://dversepoets.com/2012/11/17/poetics-photography-by-terry-s-amstutz/
This ekphrastic poem was written in response to a prompt by d’Verse a long time ago when they asked us to look at the Mobius Faith image, above, and respond to it. I read it at the Worcestershire Libraries Poetry Bubble last night, so thought I’d share it with you.
Voices for Angela
He heard the boyfriend say her name,
Saw them embrace as she stepped from the train.
She had some news, that much was clear
from the way she beamed at the boyfriend, ‘Here,
see our scan.’
Her hand fluttered over her still thin front.
The boyfriend gave her belly a rub.
Arm in arm they walked up the steps
oblivious to the follower with voices in his head.
He sprayed her name across the door,
on rusting containers on the floor.
She had nothing to do with him at all,
knew nothing of his voices sepulchral.
Except he killed her that foul day
as the evil voices echoed, played
inside his head, they stayed and stayed.
Polly Stretton © 2012
15/04/2023 at 05:12
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