Another ekphrasis and this time, it's my favourite poetic form - the sonnet.

Remembering you - 

a poem inspired by the violet sunset at the Strait of Georgia, featured in Dusk Moods

There was an old adage about true love,

that every ship will sail yet dock at last,

and so I chronicled my days out of,

the sun, the moon, and stars to mark the past.

And here it was where endless dulcet met,

I met thee ‘ere above the rocks ashore,

A night of skies o’ bright and violet,

believed my heart has found its place amour.

Befell this dusk I came again to seek,

the vanished shadows of your love for me,

wherefore art thou not coming back, bespeak,

my heart had bled a song of grief at sea.

Yet time will come when lilac skies loom high,

A postlude I play I shall say goodbye.

By Olivia Aires

A poem inspired by a wall light captured in Dusk Moods

The Wharf Light

Gentle steps back into time

oblivious to what truth has yet to come;

Passes by the cottage

russet and white;

An unmindful ambiance in the milieu

notes the number forty;

in its delicate lines hung above

where memories of the past linger now and again;

The wharf light,

its gleaming brightness unchanged from years bygone;

Under which he woos his secret love in a song

until the moon and stars flicker like a candle in the soft wind;

He hushes and she blushes

come forth sessions of sweet silence;

Ubiquitous.

Gentle steps back to the present

lucid about the truth;

A modicum of his heart twinges

for the moment that will never return.

By Olivia Aires

A poem inspired by the gentle ripples of the water in Dusk Moods

You are not mine

You are not mine,

thoughts of you ebb into the ripples of the sea in dim darkness;

moments of enthralling love

once as intense as the glowing sun now bleak and forlorn;

thoughts of you ebb into the ripples of the sea,

wooden posts forsaken stand solitude in their own shadows

bid farewell to the tide gone by;

I stand until the ripples vanish into the horizon

and darkness veils.

By Olivia Aires

Art and poetry have adeptly found their complementary place in ekphrasis since Keats and Rossetti. Not unlike other visual media, photography provides the observer with not just a physical image of the world but the mystical and spiritual rumination that the artist wants to convey. In “Dusk Moods”, I have merged photography with poetry; deriving rhetoric from the images I took at dusk by the water to achieve ekphrasis. Predominantly melancholic, the poems reflect the heart of a man which is at the crossroad of fond memories and the pain of love gone by.