For Day Fourteen of Paul Brookes’ Ekphrastic Challenge, I’ve responded to these two works of art.
-Marcel Herms, “The Confession” 
-Kerfe Roig, “Invisible Cities”
The Confessor
With unruly hair, capped-tamed,
she stood before the white-wigged judges
to confess the sins of her wandering mind.
On and on her words poured out
to dance around the room—
the dreams she’d seen, the visions hued
in blue and gold and silver-
streamed they rushed from head and heart,
of a specter at a portal, a future seen
of cities now invisible, but that would someday gleam–
tall towers reflecting the sun, rising high
and bridges spanning rivers, and ships that sailed the sky.
No witch, am I. Only a dreamer.
The watchers sighed. The dazed and dazzled judges called for order,
and she was punished, a time in the stocks and weary-work
to check her mind’s meanderings.
But even a small spark can flare a blazing fire. She still dreamed—
and now, so did the others.
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Thank you, Paul.
This sounds like a dream. It wanders, with characters we only ever see in dreams. And the dreaming is contagious!
Thank you. The images were dream/nightmarish. But dreaming is contagious. 😀
The Marcel Herms images are all verging on the nightmare.
Yes–😀
Very nice, Merril. I like the idea of dreams being contagious.
Thank you, Jill!
I love this woman. Spreading dreamboat. (K)
Spreading dream dust from dream boats perhaps. 😀
I like that image.
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Dreamdust…the tablet wants some romance I see.
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Yes, weary-work will check the mind’s meanderings–but not for long for the dreamers among us!
So true, Liz!😀
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Quite mesmeric, Merril
Thank you very much, Derrick.
Not a witch but a dreamer – they all paid for their supposed sins, didn’t they? How wonderful that they ended up all catching her “disease”.
Yes! 😀 Thank you!