Everyone keeps sayin’
Saturn is eating his children
Saturn is devouring his son
Got Goya all wrong, guys
That’s me, the poet
Removing my self from myself
I reach in and pull out the darkest parts
The parts I can’t even whisper about
The parts I can’t name
Except when I’m creating poetry
Words come together and wash over me
The ugliest insides become clean
After tearing myself into pieces
Shame is shattered, love remains
The poet becomes whole again
NaPoWrimo Prompt: And now for today’s optional prompt. W.H. Auden’s “Musée des Beaux Arts” takes its inspiration from a very particular painting: Breughel’s “Landscape with the Fall of Icarus.” Today we’d like to challenge you to write your own poem that describes a detail in a painting, and that begins, like Auden’s poem, with a grand, declarative statement.
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