The Ekphrastic Exquisite Corpse Challenge

4/15/2015 47 Comments

The Ekphrastic Exquisite Corpse Challenge

Join the West Trestle Review community to create one grand ekphrastic poem!

How it works: Come up with one line of poetry about the artwork above, and enter it in the comment section below. You have until April 29th. On April 30th, the exquisite corpse will appear cobbled together out of the darlings posted here, so be sure to check back! Each line will link back to your very own personal web page, if you have one.

Who can play: The challenge is open to all those who identify as women regardless of geographical location.

Ready, set: Poem!

47 Comments

Rebecca

4/15/2015 01:22:53 pm

Who will water the garden

Katy Brown

4/16/2015 09:53:47 am

now that we've left the crumbling world behind

4/15/2015 01:50:26 pm

Those days, we were always so

Ivy link

4/15/2015 02:10:48 pm

behind, the house, the horses stumble

Connie Post link

4/15/2015 02:33:21 pm

Each crow flew away from the power lines once the last house was removed.

Kierstin Bridger link

4/15/2015 03:28:46 pm

I'm pickets on the go, I'm yards and yards from home.

Charity Parrott

4/15/2015 08:44:00 pm

Home today, gone tomorrow.

Jeanine Stevens

4/15/2015 11:55:40 pm

When I was 12, my parents remembering Ibsen, sold my dollhouse and said "Now you have to make one of your own.'

Annie Stenzel link

4/16/2015 12:43:35 am

each unchosen side road mute

Tanya Greer

4/16/2015 01:11:10 am

I saw my dream fade into the storm brewing on the horizon.

Cati Porter link

4/16/2015 03:26:11 am

Birthing the house halted at the crossroads where electric lines dissect the storm.

Cati Porter link

4/16/2015 03:26:23 am

Birthing the house halted at the crossroads where electric lines dissect the storm.

Julia Park Tracey link

4/16/2015 09:30:58 am

fine-veined marble, green as my daughter's eyes

I thought I left home yet where ever I go, it follows me.

4/16/2015 03:08:28 pm

Liz Tynes Netto

4/17/2015 03:56:49 am

I never missed that yellow, and I was never sorry.

Emma Schmitz link

4/17/2015 04:24:50 am

Power lines bend into catenaries reaching to catch and fling back time

Anna Marie

4/17/2015 06:49:47 am

We time traveled back to buttered toast and coffee as the moon would soon be rising on the horizon... I never regretted saying goodnight to the sun

Ann Privateer

4/17/2015 09:14:58 pm

Caught being small between the poles

Meryl Natchez link

4/18/2015 01:04:41 am

the road leads only to clouds

Lynne Thompson

4/18/2015 05:14:15 am

All I knew was underground: bodies piled on bodies.

janet trenchard

4/18/2015 09:45:02 am

cut in half and frost both sides….

Casey Gardner link

4/18/2015 01:14:34 pm

I will paint the walls of this cellar as if it was still the foundation for a home.

Jeanette Nicole

4/19/2015 07:27:32 am

The house, is coming with me!

Alice Anderson

4/19/2015 07:31:28 am

Every mile we cross (windows clattering in echo of loose gravel on the road) the intersection of possibility and nevermore.

Roz Levine

4/19/2015 08:30:18 am

We're on the run from power lines of of big city vultures.

Deb Jensen

4/20/2015 02:21:01 am

The heavyset woman with frail orange hair talked too loud.

Suzanne O'Connell link

4/20/2015 03:13:11 am

For me, the red light meant go.

Karen Terrey link

4/20/2015 08:33:46 am

a crossroads of home and sky

P D Weddington

4/20/2015 09:35:35 am

My smallest dreams are golden

Allie Batts link

4/20/2015 11:20:18 am

Knit together stormclouds over our roving home

Raina Leon link

4/20/2015 01:56:12 pm

No need for church with spirit in cloud and electrified cross

L. A. Jones

4/20/2015 02:27:05 pm

her body was a house, her feet were wheels, but the mind
was sky

Mary Pacifico Curtis link

4/21/2015 03:34:05 am

Home was a pause in the empty intersection under light-rumbled skies.

Carlena Wike

4/21/2015 06:34:01 am

I told him I wanted the house and he said "Fine, take it!"

Wendy Esterás

4/22/2015 01:59:55 am

seen through the upside-down U of her dutch-door view

mary

4/22/2015 11:37:07 pm

the sifted stones of a failed foundation fall, fall on the road i leave behind

Devon Moore link

4/25/2015 07:04:48 am

In this parallax, we assume departure. Come back white door. Come back yellow light.

Pamela Murray Winters

4/25/2015 07:08:16 am

If it doesn't come to me, I take my house to the light.

Lindsey Lewis Smithson link

4/25/2015 07:26:33 am

Orange evening life, always on the move

Donna Vorreyer link

4/25/2015 11:26:37 am

A gold-toned mom and pop whistlestop

Minal Hajratwala link

4/25/2015 11:40:35 am

Who has set this humble door of gold to shimmer between road dust and storm cloud?

EKSwitaj link

4/25/2015 11:53:56 am

the road will shatter underneath our open windows

Yu-Han Chao link

4/25/2015 12:16:59 pm

clouds to clouds, dust to dust

Shikha Malaviya link

4/25/2015 03:13:43 pm

It's hard to open the door of a moving house

Ellen Kombiyil link

4/25/2015 10:09:50 pm

shuttered against the oncoming storm

Amanda Chiado link

4/28/2015 03:06:12 am

the door is small and fleeting, but the heart behind it, storms toward a newer season

Jessica Lindsley link

4/28/2015 11:43:15 am

i shimmied through town on my house on wheels and right through it into the hills past the crossroads

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