Chair with the Wings of a Vulture ~ Salvador Dali
Orbs in rows
shine hallelujahs
as the crazy angel
spreads vulture wings
above strait jacket spoons
that nail her to the wall.
Her restricted thoughts radiate
like spokes in a tireless wheel,
a beautiful nimbus flowing
beneath the cross of Jesus.
A nautilus shell
spins circles beneath stories,
and the crazy angel wonders
why she never bleeds.
Brenda Warren 2014
Thank you to Salvador Dali, Tess Kincaid, and The Mag for ekphrastic inspiration.
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Very much enjoyed…
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You’ve caught the essence of the prompt pic wonderfully! You deserve each of the comments above. I’m impressed!
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Your words and Dali work together beautifully! 🙂
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Good work!
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“…and the crazy angel wonders why she never bleeds.” I relate to that and will never forget this line. The piece as a whole is wonderful but this line stays with me.
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a perfect translation of the image…brilliant…you’ve given life to this crazy angel…
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I like how your poem allows me to focus on different areas of this Dali piece. Well penned, Brenda!
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Incredulous….that she never bleeds …great stuff
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Dali-esque in the extreme. Well done.
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This is something that Dali would approve of… Especially the second stanza.. really stands for itself in this beautiful flow.
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Ooh…how very Dali-ish, I think he would love what you’ve managed to do with his “winged chair”…funny how quickly we both went to angels. Thanks for stopping by my blog earlier. It’s been awhile since I’ve found time to do either the Whirl or the Mag…
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Bravo – the surreal is difficult to put into meaningful words, but you have succeeded. I like your angel.
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