Pocahontas 2

Yesterday I did you a disservice,

creating a poem as dead and lifeless as

Annie Leibovitz's photo. But she's a

creative genius and I'm sure her

work was intentional, while mine came from

a slovenly get it done, deadline approaching mentality.

 

I Googled you on the Internet and the

information found may or may not be true; you know

there's no truth checking on the Internet. But I gave

myself poetic license to string pseudo-facts into

meaningless, artificial phrases and call it done.

 

Since you stopped breathing more than

three hundred years ago, you've been

romanticized, caricaturized, Disneyfied. So

Annie placed you in a diorama worthy of the

Museum of Natural History, poised with

sleek, shaven limbs and Barbie's plastic face as you

bound into an uncertain future.

 

Maybe to know you, I could climb into the box,

sit among those paper leaves crackling

brown and yellow under your bare feet.

But I meant it when I said to run far,

run fast, and to take Bambi with you.

He won't fare any better

once John Smith and his ilk arrive.

 

That boat out on the horizon brings

death in blood and breath and It's one line

I'm keeping cause I know it's true. And you

don't have to talk to Chief Toch-a-way,

either. I'll introduce you to my friend, Gabriel, and

he'll wail the sad song on his horn.

Notes: 

Poetic Asides Prompt: Day Six

Write an ekphrastic poem. According to John Drury's The Poetry Dictionary, ekphrastic poetry is "Poetry that imitates, describes, critiques, dramatizes, reflects upon, or otherwise responds to a work of nonliterary art, especially the visual." My visual choice: Pocahontas, by Annie Leibovitz. http://www.slashfilm.com/wp/wp-content/images/disneybiel.jpg

OK, so I hated my first attempt, and felt the photo was worthy of another shot. This poem is more truthful.