The Great Gadfly

If ekphrastic poetry is poetry that interprets a work of visual art, then what is a piece of visual art called that interprets a poem? And is it a lack of imagination that makes it easier for me to come up with images for a poem than it is for me to come up with a poem that describes an image? And since it is easier to visualize what has been written, why haven’t I got something that will illustrate “The Great Gadfly”? Marshmellow cows and milkmaids seem like they should be fairly straight forward and easy. Perhaps it’s the gadfly flitting around refusing to be pinned down to just one thing, and I will have to wait until he is truly an ancient-of-days grumpy and querulous and hobbling around with a cane before I can capture his image. Here is the poem:

Great is the gadfly giggling the milkmaid
Bliddle bliddle crug on a three legged stool.
Blah crug bliddle bliddle blah bliddle blah
Bliddle blop crug bliddle bliddle blop bliddle blop.
Milking mooing marshmallows, blah crug bliddle
With a gadfly walking on the ground bliddle bliddle blop.
Marshmallow milk in the pail blop crug bliddle;
Milkmaid tapping to the crug bliddle bliddle bliddle;
Gadfly blah crug blop bliddle bliddle blop
Tickling the marshmallow cows bliddle blop.
Great is the gadfly giggling the milkmaid
Bliddle bliddle crug on a three legged stool.
Great is the gadlfy tickling the moo cow
Blah crug bliddle bliddle blah bliddle blah.
Blah crug bliddle bliddle blah bliddle blah.

Blue and White Iris


8″x8″ oil on canvas–$150

The last of the autumn irises have finally finished blooming with the coming of December, but today I noticed blooms on the lilac and the forsythia. There are only a few blooms, but at this time of the year both should be totally dormant. I hope this doesn’t mean there won’t be a glorious show from them in the spring.