The prompt today brought me back to ekphrasis; I feel I’ve done this quite a lot recently, so many art inspired poems, so I ended up taking inspiration from the wikipedia definition of ekphrasis:
‘The word comes from the Greek ek and phrasis, ‘out’ and ‘speak’ respectively, verb ekphrazein, to proclaim or call an inanimate object by name.’
Excellent, that is just what poets do right? They try to call an inanimate object by name, so here is my poem examining this idea randomly!
I call you by your name.
Your true name, the one magicians know
The one witches whisper, the shaman calls your name
Up from the depths of a mind’s many rivers
Speak, and suffer the consequences of being named
Generate your personality, structure your appearance
For you have been named, and names have power
I write your name on a piece of paper
And bury it somewhere far from houses, marked by a bent tree.
No one but me can retrieve it, this name of yours,
It cannot be found by hunting, only perhaps one day
Someone will stumble on it, and mutter it, and even this
Quiet muttering will wake you from your sleep
As fiercely you will be pulled from your rest as if
I had proclaimed your name from a platform to the world
Do not trust these poets, and their naming ways
They will oust you from the comfort of anonymity
They will rename you, metaphor you, and take apart
Your name to its syllables, its stresses, it’s masculine and feminine
Its assonance will be stickily examined,
Inanimate object, I call you by your name.