Caliban, Caliban what’s in your heart?
Where does the human end, and the beast start?
What is there hidden, in your big eyes?
What are you plotting, perchance more lies?
Caliban, Caliban with well-deep eyes…
Pictured as evil, but are those just lies?
Why are there horns upon your head?
To show us, perchance, you’d be better off dead?
Caliban, Caliban in a world of colours grey…
If you could speak to me, what would you say?
Would your allegiance be switched, once again?
Or could you, perchance, become a good friend?
Caliban, Caliban with a sneer on your lips…
Shunning the good, just up to your tricks?
High on a branch, hiding or at peace?
Plotting, perchance, who to rape and kill with ease…
Caliban, Caliban I can’t help but to wonder;
Deep in your heart does your evil ever flounder?
If life had been easier, who would you be?
If less evil your character was presented to me?
This was written in response to Imaginary Garden With Real Toads‘ Thursday challenge about the art of Odilon Redon. One of the pieces presented was named ‘Caliban on a Branch’ and it peaked my interest with its darkness. I admit I had to go read up on who Caliban was, though… The real challenge, however, was writing an ekphrastic poem about one of Redon’s images (and the choice, for me, was easy). I don’t know if this is strictly in keeping with the challenge, but it is what I came up with. Hope you enjoyed!