Ballad, mythology, Poetry

An Ode to Narcissus | Caravaggio | Ekphrasis Series

Narcissus by Caravaggio
Peering into still and clear waters
furrowed brows and downcast eyes,
struck with wonder, smitten with love,
he lingers under black and sombre skies. 

Firmly rooted to his very spot,
enamored by his own form sublime,
a glorious earthling in youthful prime,
untarnished by the curse of ravaging time.

Narcissus ! 
You need no resplendent robes 
to bedeck your soft and supple skin;
those skilled at art will want to carve
your cavernous eyes and chiseled chin.

Narcissus !
How often you dismiss true love - 
leave lovely maidens in pitiful rue; 
O paragon of rare and radiant beauty!
Why cannot we take our eyes off you? 

Narcissus !
Why seek  solace from vanity -
reflection of your face but not your soul?
When the water dries and all is barren,
your heart might resemble a gaping hole.

Narcissus !
Respond to our earthly calls,
arise and partake in this mortal realm, 
fall not under the spell of fleeting youth -
your frail heart and soul not overwhelm.

Narcissus !
Seek the comfort of day's light,
dwell not too long in saturnine moods;
the sky lark warbles - so listen closely -
there's music in trees and Echo in woods.

Narcissus !
Lean away from the edge,
look beyond your beauty's guise;
lest you fall into the spurious pool 
and bring about your untimely demise.

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9 thoughts on “An Ode to Narcissus | Caravaggio | Ekphrasis Series”

  1. I like the contrast in what can be loved looking up toward the sky as opposed to the ultimately downward murk of self. In the two-four lines’ rhymes there’s much to admire in the skies over sublime prime time, the supple skin of vanity lost from maidens who might moon over it if seen and not of rued day when fleeting youth sailed away from mortal realms and Narcissus never got to read this Ekphrasis for him. Pity the fellow. Here others may read.

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