I hear the wind groan a song
that makes me think there is danger ahead.
I'm not scared, I say to myself.
I see a lamppost waiting, standing there
in the middle of the darkness - a statue.
The ink of my newspaper drips down the page
smudging the words so I can't read.
The weather washing machine churns and turns
the trees, who call out ‘It's time to stop, let us out to dry.’
When will I get out of this place?
Why am I the only one here?
Who can make the day flicker with sunlight?
Night in the park
By: Edward Hopper.
I am learning to write ekphrastic poetry, that means poetry inspired by a piece of art.
I am going well because I can use metaphors instead of similes but need a bit of help to get it started. My next step is to learn how to do it by myself.