EkphrasticChallenge2025 Day One. 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 and I as we respond to the daily artworks of Sara Elizabeth Bell, Jenn Zed, and Spriha Kant. Day One. April 1st.

JZ1

SEB1

Sk1

your stresses,

SEB 1
 

Bubble away

your stresses,

take wings

in the cool, purple night

and fly.

Your roots

will keep you

earthbound,

but for this moment

you can feel free.

SEB 2

Here they shoot crows

leave nests

empty.

Black masses

mourn

on the wing.

SEB 3

I will be tree.

I will grow

your cherry blossom

smile.

Spring up

in confetti molecules,

return to dust.

-Debbie Ross

Phil Hyde 

SZ1

 
Parallel Paths 
 
I step forward, but nothing changes.
The stairs twist under my feet,
leading me nowhere, leading me back.
 
I press my hand to the wall,
it is cold, then warm, then gone.
I am not sure if I am touching it
or if it is touching me.
 
A door swings open.
Inside, a version of me waits.
She is sitting. She is breathing.
She knows things I do not.
She does not ask why I am here.
She does not need to.
 
I step away. I keep walking.
Another room, another self,
folded into corners of time I cannot remember.
Or maybe I do.
 
How many times have I come back to this place?
How many times have I left,
only to return?
 
Maybe there is no way out.
Maybe I am not supposed to leave.
Maybe I am all of it,
every path, every door, every version of myself
waiting to be found.
 
 
SEB 1
 
Whispers of the Earth
 
She landed in a world that breathed in silence,
where trees curled like thoughts half-formed.
Bubbles drifted, holding fragments of forgotten stories,
breaking softly, leaving nothing behind.
Barefoot, she traced the roots beneath her,
feeling the quiet pulse of something ancient,
as if the earth itself had been waiting.
 
Sk 1
 
I Do Not Kneel
 
It rises,
fangs bared, breath thick with control.
It calls me prey,
waits for my voice to break,
for my spine to bend.
 
But I do not break.
I do not bend.
 
I have walked through fire,
worn chains disguised as love,
stood in silence while the world decided who I should be.
 
No more.
 
Let it loom. Let it roar.
I am not afraid.
I do not kneel.
Not now. Not ever.
 
-Rituparna
 
Virgo (the transcending foliage) 
 
in response to painting ‘Pop to Let Go’ by Sara Bell
 
after Pippa Phillips
 
One by one they apparate as mystifying collectibles — hours of humming forest melodies will arrive you to a door in the depths of a dense waterfall of willows. Part curtains delicately into night, unlock with key hidden beneath a firm spell. Soil spins yarns of seedlings that may or may not bloom into sky piercing stalks. Climb carefully dissipating vines, the path is backwards where control blends into silence. Trees are rising and you are shrinking. Allow, then follow worm hole to where roots span inside earth’s maw. 
 
-Sheikha A
 
How fair is the Bubble Maid’s mind, I wonder.
Is she fair as the hope in dawn’s blush?
where cerulean sea mists,
brush the blue skin of sky
Noctilucent dreams—unsaid, adrift—from sight
Does she know the weight of words?
Ephemeral cloudy spheres,
those trembling orbs of spangled
tensions- the gap of silence and the sigh.
‘Look on my Words, ye thirsty, and inspire.’
She felt this after her wand
drank words from worlds
that ended
in those seconds of a stare.
Word is truth,words of truth
The thirst of Man ? Words
are all you need to drink.
 

 

Yet still, I wonder…

-John Armstrong

Labryinth of Ascent, Based on Artwork by JZ1

Steps stretch, fold, dissolve;

a staircase of endless riddles.

Shadowed arches swallow light,

sharp angles carve the sky.

Rise, pause, descend, repeat,

a passage sculpted in mirage.

Hope flickers on distant landings,

but the climb twists,

ever shifting;

a geometry of longing,

a puzzle of becoming.

Its All Gone, Based on Artwork by SEB1

A girl lifts her wand,

bubbles drift, silver-thin;

soft universes swelling,

waiting for the hush of surrender.

One touch;

a shiver of silence,

the weightless farewell,

a world undone without a trace.

Not all must vanish.

Some drift beyond reach,

whole, gleaming,

held by air, by time, by will.

-Anish Gupta

JZ1

Step through temptation

Follow the impossible

Hiding in the shade

SEB1

Bubbles of delight

Rooted in love of nature

Magic on command

 

SK1

Arachnid terror

Medusa snakes on her limbs

Pincers on her mind…

-Matt Guntrip

The Imagined (inspired by JZ1, SEB1, SK1)

 

four legged two faced spider badged carries you 

by your hair in its back leg over grey surfaces, impossible straight lines through

brutalist concrete, as you watch the way

of bubbles between bent tree trunks that know

only curves and the secret meetings beneath

the earth of roots that bind soil as they grow.

And see yourself dance after bubbles brief 

float through branches in a glade as your head

hair is yanked by this imagined creature whose faces look right,left, never ahead.

This abuser is also your maker

of brief luminescent globes flit in flight,

decides your dreams of dark days, and bright nights

-Paul Brookes 

 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,