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Mealtime: A Prose Poem (an ekphrastic poem)
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eileenonguam:
On a Monday evening in April, I ponder Van Gogh’s “The Potato Eaters” as they, in their dark hovel of a home, ponder a platter of potatoes. Their eyes glaze over at this monotonous meal of plain, peeled boiled potatoes eaten morning, midday, evening; washed down with mugs of warm ale. When they sleep, the peasants will dream of a red-headed, bearded man painting joyously in the brilliant sun, where he has come out of the dark into a rainbow of colors. Though he will live in a yellow house, they know he will remember them, that he once lived among them in his own bleak hovel and painted them lovingly in their humble home eating potatoes.
daisyxo:
quite an interesting thought - to be painted as a remembrance. The yellow house is cool - sounds like a great title for a poem of its own.
Eileen Benavente-Blas:
Thanks, Daisy. I agree about the yellow house as a poem too. :kool
witt:
I enjoyed this piece. Well done. I remember years ago, I had my students write a paragraph on this same painting. Hmmmm. They didn't do quite as well as you. wink*
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