Friday, April 9, 2010

Day 6 PAD

So this was an odd one too. I like what came from it, I suppose. I guess I'm not too much into the ekphrastic poetry, honestly. Maybe I'll be less of a philistine someday and get into it. But here's my poem anyhow.

04/06/2010: Pocahontas, by Annie Leibovitz


Great-grandmother was a flapper
A cigarette permanently caught
Between her lips

She grew old in the sun
A prune
Black hair to white
Then broke her hip
Falling from a barstool
In the casino
The burial mound of her
Dead Native American heritage

Like Pocahontas moving to England
Means something entirely different
These days

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