This poem began
for me in a creative writing class taught by Amanda Skjeveland. I'd
been playing with ekphrastic poetry when I came across Vincent Van
Gogh's Cafe Terrace at Night,
and the color and life in the
painting moved me to write. As I neared the end of the piece, I
realized I didn't see a happy ending within the painting; I kept
picturing a person holding on to the color and texture of a past that's
faded away. It left me feeling haunted, wistful, and a little bit
jaded. |