2017 Day 24 – Marginalised

The text is formal, carefully inscribed,
Worthy words, no doubt, if I could read them.
Some monk has cramped his hand and strained his eyes
For this, by rancid candle’s light.
So I can’t blame him
If, tired of black-inked Latin,
He filled the edges of his page
With bottom-baring priests, and phallus trees,
And livened learning
With mutant creatures out of drunken dream.


Notes: The prompt was to write an ekphrastic poem inspired by the marginalia of medieval manuscripts. I spent so much time looking at the weird pictures that this is all I wrote!

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s