Friday, May 31, 2024

Ekphrastic on Klimt’s Jungfrau


 


                                                By Nora Glass



Tangling sweet girls upon cold wooden floors

All tossed together and covered like hair

Purple like bruises, that blanket of yours.

 

Early delirium into bold roars

Lions soon yawned and retired to their lair

Tangling sweet girls upon cold wooden floors.

 

Standing above, putting weight on my sores

Feet are stone cold and I sweat, I must stare

Purple like bruises, that blanket of yours.

 

Frozen strawberries we ate on the shore

Iced into giggles and coughing up hair

Tangling sweet girls upon cold wooden floors.

 

Girls are strew out like the guts from a gore

Pulled like intestines, pale, band-aided, bare

Purple like bruises, that blanket of yours.

 

Gnawing and tired from beautiful wars

Sleeping together and caught in a snare

Tangling sweet girls upon cold wooden floors

Purple like bruises, that blanket of yours.


About the author: Nora Glass is a high-strung 17-year-old from Atlanta, Georgia. Passionate about the theatrical, poetic, and linguistic, she can be found reading, writing, and making unnecessarily complicated spreadsheets. Her poetry has appeared and will appear in the Weight Journal, Eunoia Review, Moonflake Press. More details about the poet can be found here:

1 comment:

  1. Incredible talent especially for such a young poet.

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