Because I am an overachiever, I decided to extend my Ekphrastic poems into the month of May. 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 Thomas Eakins entitled The Gross Clinic.
The Gross Clinic
Trust the science,
They told the woman,
Dressed in mourning clothes.
She knew it was to buy her silence,
In Dr. Samuel D. Gross’s,
Her poor son,
A sickly creature,
The first to go under the knife.
While frock coat clad characters,
With cool demeanors
Tried to save his life.
She couldn’t watch,
When the famous surgeons
Fingers became covered in red.
While the artist sketched
And the students studied,
Her sweet son laying on the bed.
It was all such a strange experiment,
A little trial and error if you please,
The patient’s survival a simple test.
The famous surgeon had to admit,
Scientific progress is the important thing,
When finding a cure for any disease.
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4 thoughts on “The Gross Clinic”
You have beautiful observation. Conversing it into a poetry is only if you believe your art. 🎨
Great one 👍
I really enjoyed this one; count me in as a new follower 🙂