Ekphrastic Challenge 2025. Day Three. Please join Debbie Ross, Matt Guntrip, Saraswati Nagpal, Alan McGinn, Anish Gupta, Phil Hyde, Donna Faulkner, Francis H Powell, Judy Smith , Sheikha A, Rituparna, John Armstrong, Emma Datson, John Wolf, Oormila V. Prahlad and I as we respond to the daily artworks of Sara Elizabeth Bell, Jenn Zed, and Spriha Kant. Day Three. April 3rd.

SK3

SEB3

JZ3

Jz3

Eyes of Defiance

Night gathers at her feet, murmuring secrets
only the forsaken understand.
She moves like prophecy, carved from silence,
a shadow against the neon glow of a world unraveling.

Beneath the mask, she is not what they believe,
not fragile, not lost, not waiting to be saved.
She is the hush before a storm,
the ember buried beneath cold ash,
the quiet rage of a soul unbroken.

She has walked through ruin,
let it touch her, let it name her,
but never let it take her.
Her scars do not whisper of defeat.
They are inscriptions of survival,
etchings of fire upon her bones.

They will not speak of her sorrow.
They will not name her battles.
But in the hush between their words,
in the weight of their silences,
they will know she was never meant to fall.


SEB 3

What Remains

Beneath the surface, unseen hands reach upward.
They do not beg. They do not call.
They simply remember.

The earth cradles what once was
a voice, a breath, a body that moved through the world
with hunger, with longing, with fire.
Now it rests, yet it does not vanish.

The tree drinks from all it left behind.
It rises, relentless,
bearing the weight of silent echoes.
Flowers unfold where fingers once touched,
branches stretch where arms once held.

Above, the wind moves without memory.
Seasons pass. Faces come and go.
But the roots know.
They hold on when the living forget.
They anchor what time cannot erase.

Nothing is truly lost.
Not love, not sorrow, not the shape of a soul.
It lingers beneath,
feeding the bloom,
becoming the earth itself.


SK 3

The Architecture of Silence

The city hums with unsung prayers,
a scaffold of longing pressed against the sky.
Steel bones remember the hands that shaped them,
each beam holding the weight of whispered names.

We build to forget how fragile we are,
how the earth beneath us trembles,
how silence settles in the seams of concrete,
waiting for the moment we listen.

What is a monument but a pause in time,
a plea to be more than dust and departure?
Yet even the tallest towers bow to the wind,
and the strongest bridges learn to sway.

Somewhere between the rising and the ruin,
between what we reach for and what we lose,
we are neither stone nor shadow,
but the spaces in between,
unfinished, unbroken, alive.

-Rituparna

Battering Ram

-Oormila V. Prahlad

Taurus (the parallel phenomenon on Venus)
 
in response to artwork ‘Attachment’ by Sara Bell
 
after Pippa Phillips
 
Equal tracks and two left feet are not enough to straighten destination. Roses will rain from a sky laden with alchemy. Atmospheric luxury gruels gold lava; serves best to remember grace of a land that can easily desist existence. Budding blackthorns homage fled feathers; inside tree, saps an embryo’s cord descending into burning core. You must grow in the opposite direction of water — dry limbs of persistence. In netherworld, through a telescope, be visible as a tree in full bloom: red sulphur.
 
-Sheikha A.
 
Womb of the Yet to Bloom, Me – Based on Artwork by SEB3
 
Beneath the flowering limbs,
a cradle pulses in the dark;
roots curve like fingers
holding the hush of becoming.
The earth, a womb,
holds me in tangled light,
warmth pressing from all sides.
Above, the tree stretches;
petals open like breath;
but here,
in this net of origin,
I am seed,
waiting,
listening
to the slow hum of life.
 
-Anish Gupta
 

SEB3

 

Mother Tree

When pained threads unravelled, you made a choice;

left them to crumple for those behind

who didn’t hear in all the noise, your distressed voice,

let the well-rehearsed safety-net unwind.

Now your scattered remains lie in the field,

a copse of old trees and saplings watch over.

In gentle spring winds entwined branches breathe,

sift soft blossom across fresh green clover.

It brings comfort that deep below our feet,

each tree is part of a network to share

nourishment, feeding mycelium roots

like loving fingers through your wayward hair.

You are not alone; you can now grow free,

reach out for root tips, find the mother tree.

-Judy Smith

Momjigari 2. 

World within a world

root-founded and shoot-haloed,

a unified weave.

 

This momjigari –

winter in spring, blushing pink,

we are all blooming.

 

You smile, stretch, believe,

I reply in bloom and leaf;

the world stops to breathe.

-John Wolf 3rd April 2025

JZ3

Eyes of intention

Gothic prowess and power

Dare to admire her…

 

SEB3

Rooted in the womb

The holder is in blossom

Love will bring new life

 

SK3

The hard and the soft

Sharp angles of intention

A step at a time

-Matt Guntrip

SEB 3

I will be tree.

I will grow

your cherry blossom

smile.

Spring up

in confetti molecules,

return to dust.

-Debbie Ross

Response to SEB3 – Alone on Laurel Creek
 

Haunted by longing

The curlew cries echo

Off the water

He looks for a mate,

Together we are

Alone on Laurel Creek

Haunted by longing

-Emma Datson

Artworker Bios

Jenn Zed
Ms. Zed is an artist, writer, and musician who lives in Bath, England, with the ghost of her cat.
She studied art, art history, and design MA at Bath and Cambridge Universities.

Sara Elizabeth Bell

Says:

I’ve always loved drawing. It’s a form of meditation for me and has now become a way for me to find peace and sanity when my world gets too overwhelming, which, as a single mom with a neuro-divergent teen, happens quite often. When it does, I follow John Muir’s quote, “Off into the woods I go to loose my mind and find my soul.”
The results of those trips are  sketches of the forests around me and photos. I work from the photos to create my watercolors and intaglio prints. I hope you enjoy them and can find a place in your home to adopt one or more.

Spriha Kant

Spriha Kant is an English poetess, book reviewer, and digital artist. She has been published in some anthologies — “Hidden in Childhood” and “We Are The Waves,” to name a few. Her poems have also been published in the seventh issue of “Reflections,” the well-known literary magazine “Prosetrics.” She has been the Guest of honor in the award-winning show “Victoria in Verse” (Bloomsbury Radio, London). Her interviews can be read at feversofthemind.com & and brokenspine.co.uk. Her quotes are published as an epigraph and a blurb in Magkasintahan Volume VI & Swiped Right [both books published by Ukiyoto Publishing, Philippines], respectively. Her artwork can be seen in a webzine called “The Starbeck Orion” and on thewombwellrainbow.com.

Writer Bios

Debbie Ross,

Debbie is a poet, author, artist, photographer, and baker. She lives 400m from the sea, in the far north Scottish Highlands, and can be mostly be found in the kitchen, at the beach, or at her writing table.

Matt Guntrip,

Matt Guntrip is a guitarist, song writer and indie musician from the UK. He has published four albums & five singles via CD Baby, available on most channels. He was a nominated solo artist on the New Music Generator Show, Cambridge 105FM.

Through creative writing he explores themes of nature, time, love, loss, rejection, injustice and hope, with a view to learning, improving and thus to writing better songs.

Matt’s writing has been published in The Belfast Review, The Broken Spine,  Fevers of The Mind, Folkheart Press Blog, GAS Poetry (YouTube), The Starbeck Orion (Substack) & The Wombwell Rainbow website.

Donna Faulkner,

Donna  Faulkner lives in a cottage in Rangiora, New Zealand with her husband , two sons and Emily, the black Labrador.  She’s been published in 300 Days of Sun, Havik, Windward Review, Havik, Fieldstone Review,  New Myths, Bacopa Literary Review and others. Her debut poetry book ‘In Silver Majesty’ was published by erbacce press(UK) 2024. 

Instagram @lady_lilith_poet/ Twitter @nee_miller. https://linktr.ee/donnafaulkner

Alan McGinn,

Anish Gupta,

Dr. Anish K. Gupta is an Indian urologist and an impassioned poet who writes mainly in English but also dabbles in Hindi and Urdu. His work seamlessly intertwines the exactitude of medical science with the subtleties of human emotion. Grounded in the complementary realms of medicine and art, his path reflects a profound quest for understanding, healing, and the expression of love and life. In the operating room or on the page, Dr. Gupta delves into the intricacies of both body and soul, approaching each with care, curiosity, and compassion. His poetry captures the subtle epiphanies of daily life, the fragility of the human condition, and the deep connections between love and existence. He goes by the #uropoet on X where his handle is @optionurol.

Phil Hyde,

GP Hyde was born on the Wirral and now lives in Grimsby. He studied art at Goldsmith’s and at the Royal Academy Schools. His fiction has been extensively published by Pure Slush. His poetry has been published by Black Bough Press, Hedgehog Press, Written Off, the Dark Poets and voidspacezine

Rituparna,

Rituparna Ghosh is an alumna of the National University of Singapore, an AI engineer, and the founder of Whizzstep. With a passion for poetry, she enjoys crafting verses, particularly in the genres of free verse and reflective poetry. A lover of nature, Rituparna finds peace in her walks by the beach, where the tranquility of the ocean inspires both her creativity and personal reflection. Coding is her profession, and she thrives on solving complex problems through technology. She also has a deep love for traveling, reading, learning new languages, and horse riding, connecting with the outdoors in a unique and fulfilling way.

Francis H Powell,

Judy Smith ,

Judy Smith lives in East Yorkshire. Retired from a career in health and education, she is an emerging poet. She has had poems published in several anthologies, including Spelt, 14, Black Bough, Artemis, High Wolds, Dreich, York Literary Review, The Starbeck Orion. She has a passion for wildlife gardening and community tree planting.

Sheikha A,

Sheikha A. is from Pakistan and United Arab Emirates. Her poems appear in a variety of literary venues both print and online, and some of them have been translated into 8 languages so far. More about her can be found at sheikha82.wordpress.com

John Armstrong,

John Armstrong is a poet whose work blends metaphysical inquiry with vivid, elemental imagery. Drawing from a deep reverence for nature, memory, and the cosmic, Armstrong’s poetry explores dualistic and trinitarian themes of love, transformation, and the spiritual texture of existence.Armstrong sees poetry not merely as a literary form but as a living, animistic force—language shaped by the earth itself. His work is a personal quest, a surrender to the unknown, finding beauty in ambiguity and meaning in the mist between words and life.

Spare time: He grows Cosmos flowers and wills them on way past the first frosts.

Saraswati Nagpal,

John Wolf

Creative writing tutor, poet, storyteller for Read To Write. Taught Beowulf, Odyssey, and Troy; Gilgamesh is coming in October. First poetry collection entitled Heroes (Glasshead Press, 2022). New collection, Historia, out summer 2025. Featured on Radio Sheffield, CAST, Little Theatre, Doncaster Ukranian Centre, Artbomb, Doncaster Foodbank Festival, Under Milk Wood and Women of Troy. 

Oormila V. Prahlad

is a widely published Indian-Australian artist and poet. She lives and works on traditional Gammergal land. Find her on Instagram @oormila_paintings

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