Here in lies the question – which was first, concert or egg, not for
Instance any fowl poultry, nay, but egg-cellent revelry, harmonious
Evangelical hymns sung, flutist accompaniment, captive mandolinist, fine
Riesling swings in crockery, voices imbued solemnly, sans mockery though
On pates sat owl and crane, sing praises to his name, those illiterate will
Not read but hum or croon, lest sister wield raised switch- they participate,
Yes, in fiery twilight, among temptations reign serpent, raven, branches sat
Mutant tree from within concert, egged on by masses below, dare not to fear
Or dismiss the hymn as you pass this evening, pause to listen, perhaps join
Us in pious tune, after which a feast to celebrate welcomes you, alongside
Sanctimonious chorus, question not faith, cracked appearance not withstanding
Julie A. Dickson
Julie A. Dickson has dabbled in ekphrastic poetry for over four years, finding fodder in art, as well as other prompts. Her poems appear in Misfit, Pulse, Open Door and The Ekphrastic Review among other journals. Dickson advocates for captive elephants and shares her home with rescued feral cats, Cam and JoJo. She has served on two poetry boards and is a Pushcart nominee.
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