I Called You Tree


April sunshine has given me the courage to take on the challenge of writing Ekphrastic poems. I have never attempted to translate the emotion from paintings, drawings, sculptures, or other visual works of art into words. The challenge will require me to dig deep to tap into the passions such works of art create inside a person. Most of what I write will be speculative. There will be times when I will place myself into the mind of the artist. Still other times, I will express the emotions I experience gazing at the work of art. If I get creative, I might even tell the story from an element within the artwork. This Ekphrastic poem is based on a painting by an unknown artist entitled I Called You Tree.  

I Called You Tree

I found you waiting behind the counter in a Junktique,

Hanging there on the wall so colorful and unique.

A picture painted on old window glass in a frame,

By an unknown artist and you didn’t have a name.

I took you home and called you tree,

Because you sparked a feeling in me.

Standing in the water and the waves brave and tall,

You refused to bend against the negativity and fall.

You embraced the water and the sun to grow,

And thrived in the sunshine’s positive glow.

I took you home with me,

And I called you tree.

Who is Molly Shea?

Molly Shea is an accomplished fictional short story writer from Indiana who writes short stories and novels about a fictional town called Tecumseh.  To read more of her short stories and adventures, click here.

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Published by henhouselady

I am the author of Saving the Hen House. I didn't know when I started it would turn into a series. I love to ride motorcycles, the blues, my family, and going on adventures. This old hen rocks.

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