An ekphrastic poem, inspired by a painting by William Turner, viewed online at http://ekphrasticassimilations.org/william-turner-2/.
She stares at me, exposed. The look is so direct, I feel compelled to hide, lest she discover my secret. But I cannot divert my gaze. The edges of checkerboard pattern are not strong enough to break the bond we have forged, the collusion into which we have entered. Wild horses, as the old cliché says, couldn’t drag me away. I am drawn and quartered before her—the price of admission to look into her eyes, and be held.
(18 September 2016)