She waits between rock and flight –
All songs have left her now.
Poet becomes woman, grieving, dark,
Posing her naked question to the wind.
Her lyre hangs silent, lovers gone.
Only the waves remain.
(Based on this painting, which is one of my favourite works of art.)
Note: the prompt was to write an ekphrastic poem – a poem inspired by or about a work of art. Because I don’t like to make life too easy for myself, I added a twist.