Past their prime
in a Paris garden.
Abandoned artichokes.
Wrapped in brown
against autumn winds.
Forgotten. Inedible.
Suitable now
for fall arrangements.
Or compost.
Grieving almost
for their lost
green beauty.
Reminding me
of my own
greener days.
As cold autumn
wraps me too.
But unlike mine,
their fluff
and spikes
still shine warm
in my camera’s
infrared eye.
* “Ekphrastic” poems are inspired by works of art.
In this case, by a Nikon CoolPix 990 IR photo.
–Dave Powell is a Westford, Mass., writer and avid amateur photographer.
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Gary Smith on Autumn Artichokes – An Ekphrastic* Poem (One Shot Story)
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Tonn on Autumn Artichokes – An Ekphrastic* Poem (One Shot Story)
Comment posted: 25/07/2025
lies, locked... in the untasted fruit
and photos, growing softly dimmer....
(sorry its not as good as yours)
Liked the photo too, never tried IR, looks wild.
Well done on both accounts. :-)
Comment posted: 25/07/2025
Jukka Reimola on Autumn Artichokes – An Ekphrastic* Poem (One Shot Story)
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Geoff Chaplin on Autumn Artichokes – An Ekphrastic* Poem (One Shot Story)
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