Today’s (optional) prompt is ekphrastic in nature – but rather particular! Today, I’d like to challenge you to write a poem from the point of view of one person/animal/thing from Hieronymous Bosch’s famous (and famously bizarre) triptych The Garden of Earthly Delights. Whether you take the position of a twelve-legged clam, a narwhal with a cocktail olive speared on its horn, a man using an owl as a pool toy, or a backgammon board being carried through a crowd by a fish wearing a tambourine on its head, I hope that you find the experience deliriously amusing. And if the thought of speaking in the voice of a porcupine-as-painted-by-a-man-who-never-saw-one leaves you cold, perhaps you might write from the viewpoint of Bosch himself? Very little is known about him, so there’s plenty of room for invention, embroidery, and imagination.

Happy writing!

Hello and happy Monday. I loved today’s prompt. After two weeks in isolation I am feeling a little dark so the tree man appealed to me. I thought I’d play with a villanelle today. Enjoy. Love and Eden.

 

 

 

The tree man by Hieronymus Bosch

 

 

 

What is this earth, if not a rotting oak tree?

Sapling seed corroded by greed, sloth and appetite

The painter knew – Bosch predicted future as eternal misery

 

 

 

 

 

Humanity has raped this earth of all her energy

So now the tree-man crouches in eternal night

What is this earth? If not a rotting oak tree?

 

 

 

The tree man wears boat-shoes in cruel irony

The sea is polluted, frozen , black as hematite

The painter knew – Bosch predicted future as eternal misery

 

 

 

 

 

Demons dance on top of his head in vengeful glee

A perpetual headache – torment and spite

What is this earth, if not a rotting oak tree?

 

 

 

A tree’s nature is to protect, to bud, to be

Yet, inside his cavern, man still continues to fight

The painter knew – Bosch predicted future as eternal misery

 

 

 

 

 

Live, but know the piper must always be paid his fee.

The bagpipes scream out the fading of the light

What is this earth if not a rotting oak tree?

The painter knew – Bosch predicted our future as eternal misery