sweet green flowers

The Nymph Echo

This is the painting that the poem below is inspired by. It is beautiful and exquisite, yet it has hints of mysteriousness to it. It's an amazing painting!

"MoMA | The Collection | Provenance Research Project | Max Ernst. The Nymph Echo. Paris 1936." MoMA | The Museum of Modern Art. 2010. Web. 20 Dec. 2011. <http://www.moma.org/collection/provenance/provenance_object.php?object_id=79316>.

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This is a poem inspired by the painting:

 “The Nymph Echo” by Max Ernst

Oh wanderer, have you stumbled

upon more ancient green? Whose

hands grip and grab at the

barren Earth! What life it does

take, the goddess dancing in the

middle! Was it placed there? And

if so, with a motive? Or did

random, sporadic chance bless us

with such mesmerizing fertility?

And as the yellow ball sinks

down below, and dark blue

ceilings crush down from above,

what more green could one

ask for? More hands reach out

from the giant leaves. Come nymphs!

They beckon you to come and

spread your magic all around!

More is needed, much, much, more.

But here, all I see is just an echo

for only few flowers live to talk of

nymphs. And their colors seem faded

about their dancing dresses. The

fingers that I see are very strange

and mysterious to me. Are they claws?

Ripping at all the remaining life?

Or are they dainty, long and elegant?

There to stimulate growth and prosperity?

More mysterious is what those

hands belong to, there hidden

away in the darkness behind

the vines. The yellow eye on the

stem, the orange face, innocents of

the worlds. There a cradle rocks

blue buds to sleep, how sweet!

More youth than one would have

thought, more birth, more life.

Is that a green lion climbing

way back there, near the hidden

lady? barer than the Earth?

And a lizard basking in the shady

undergrowth hanging near the

snakey body of the bird

nosed stem of the featherless fowl. Yet

so pronounced against the sky, reaching

from the darkness. Oh nymph, give it life!

As always, this post on this blog is by me. Every single blog is by myself, the creator of this blog. I hope you like it :)