Ekphrastic Acrostic Sonnets

 Mother Mushroom

 Midwinter gloom seemed lightened by the hats
 Of Mother Mushroom and her kids, which glow
 To distant eyes. But closer eyes know that's
 How distance tends to lend, to views, a faux
 Enchantment. Underneath her hat there lurked
 Regret. The tears in Mother Mushroom's eyes
 Mourned days gone by when Nature's magic worked
 Unfalteringly to revitalize
 Spent forest. Yet today no fauna stay
 Here. Moths are gone, the birds have flown and deer
 Refuse to graze. The erstwhile forest way
 Of life has disappeared. A creeping fear,
 Of what may come, alarms the children and
 Makes Mother Mushroom weep for her old land.

 (First published in the Ekphrastic Review on 13th
  January, 2023 as a response to Mother Mushroom and
  Her Children by Edward Okun
)
 Flying Machines

 For early aviators of the sky,
 Log-cabin-like designs are comic, as
 You cannot fly a circus wagon high:
 Its comfort tantalizes, but it has
 No force to lift it up and make the earth
 Grow distant. They would say the pictures are
 Miraculous as art, but have no worth
 As blueprints for a means to travel far ...
 Charles Dellschau would dissent. He would have said
 His quaint designs weren't meant for flights that go
 In space, but flights of fancy, which can head
 North, east, south, west, straight up or down below
 Earth's oceans—they can take you anywhere,
 So long as you imagine it is there!

 (First published in the Ekphrastic Review on 15th December,
  2023 as a response to Flying Machines (double sided artwork)
  by Charles A.A. Dellschau
)
 Rain On The River

 Rains falling on the Hudson River zone
 And deluging the pathways in a park,
 Inhibiting the progress of a lone
 New Yorker splashing through the semi-dark
 Of daylight under leaden clouds, emit
 No sound—in physics terms—from forceful strokes
 That Bellows used to paint the grime and grit
 He juxtaposed with grass and trees, to coax
 Enchantment out of gloom ... But don't you hear
 Rails clanking, plumes of hissing steam, the spray
 In hurried footsteps, and a neigh? The mere
 Veracity of physics can't gainsay
 Eyes predisposed to hear as well as see:
 Rain On The River captures sounds for me!

 (First published in the Ekphrastic Review on 26th July,
  2024 as a response to Rain On The River by George
  Bellows
)
 Halloween Haunt

 Heathrow is where a witch will hitch a ride
 At dusk on Halloween. She'll leave the ground
 Laid flat beneath a jumbo's underside—
 Latched safely to the plane, she's Boston-bound.
 On Halloween, this witch, whose children fled
 West long ago to haunt the States at night,
 Embarks upon a trip that she'd find dead
 Exhausting if she used her broom all flight.
 Nocturnal pilots have no means to see
 Her broom and she are stowed below the rear
 And flying to America for free—
 Until they land, and then she does appear,
 Not one bit weary, whizzing through the air
 To greet her waiting grandkids with a scare!

 (First published on October 31, 2021 in the
  Creativity Webzine. Reprinted in the Ekphrastic
  Review
on 1st November, 2024 as a response to
  The Old Hall by John Anster Fitzgerald)


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