A “Waltz” poem
Inspired by the iambic trimeter of ‘My Papa’s Waltz’ by Theodore Roethke
I've Russian relatives who dance to Putin's hype, minds strained through grotesque sieves 'til nothing's left but tripe. The music they step to flows out through State channels; for them, his version's 'True' - straight from Kremlin annals. They're made to feel proud heirs of a once great empire; thus Kyiv should be theirs to claim or set afire. The despot bids them dance, keeps masses distracted; he has them in his trance, charmed by lies refracted. In fantasies, they're dressed in simple Russian garb... When they think of the West, they repeat Putin's barbs.
For this week’s #TankaTuesday ekphrastic prompt, Selma and Colleen selected the above painting. It’s a Degas; and you can read more about it HERE. Poets are encouraged to write poems using the above image as an inspiration.
Let’s write poetry together!
When it comes to partnership, some humans can make their lives alone – it’s possible. But creatively, it’s more like painting: you can’t just use the same colours in every painting. It’s just not an option. You can’t take the same photograph every time and live with art forms with no differences.–Ben Harper (b. 1969)
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