you told me you were a bird watcher,
a wanderer in the woods with an eye for
wings fluttering among
the branches and phone lines
i wonder if you would notice me
if i became a bird
if i grew a beak and glorious plumage,
feathers cascading down my bare body
would you finally see me then,
catch my eyes still barely human
squinting at you
from the leaves
high above your head?
Day 6 of NaPoWriMo! Today’s prompt: Today’s (optional) prompt is ekphrastic in nature – but rather particular! Today, I’d like to challenge you to write a poem from the point of view of one person/animal/thing from Hieronymous Bosch’s famous (and famously bizarre) triptych The Garden of Earthly Delights.
I didn’t quite do an ekphrastic, but I suppose it could be considered one. I pulled from this portion of the image specifically: