Our Lady is a fertile one
beneath the sun
she blooms complete
from head to feet.
She looks around her with delight
at every sight
at up and down
at verb and noun.
Her dreams have planted magic seeds
to meet all needs
in open hands
good luck will land.
how far the wind sails
ghosts skying home
remembering a father
I hear voices
windows through time
Thinking of my father on Father’s Day.
Collage inspired by a Paul Klee drawing.
“…that what you fear the most/could meet you halfway…” –Victoria Williams, “Crazy Mary”
The horns that
make you. Tell me what
masked with fear,
burning life to ashes,
the ender? Or the most
wild transformation that could
be? We meet
face to face. But you
Sue Vincent’s photo prompt, above, was the inspiration for my junk mail collage and poem. For some reason, it reminded me of the song “Crazy Mary” (it’s true, everything seems to remind me of a song); and I wrote another shovel poem. Although Victoria Williams wrote the song, I’m partial to Eddie Vedder’s version.
I was reading recently that many scholars think the Devil is really all the horned gods of pagan religions turned into pure evil by the early Christian church. Gods inspire fear as well as reverence. Whether Devil or God of Fertility–both know the ways of the snake.
I did this little magician stitched collage for Rochester Contemporary Art Center’s (RoCo) 6 x 6 fundraiser. I can’t remember where I first heard about it, but I’ve been sending them a piece of art to sell for a few years. The opening is tonight, so if you are in the neighborhood…
magic growls liquid
breezes haunted by secrets
foolish wild wet stars
night is bleeding vast desire
day embraces naked sky
The Magnetic Oracle made me think of Stevie Wonder today.
If it’s magic
Then why can’t it be everlasting
Like the sun that always shines
Like the poets in this rhyme
Like the galaxies in time
It holds the key to every heart
Throughout the universe
It fills you up without a bite
And quenches every thirst
The ring rises in flames, shadows of the sun opening a path to beginning. Rocks expand and explode into ashes, illuminating the sharp contrast of future within the past. Eyes focus with renewed clarity on the intersection of time.
The cosmic altar calls. The egg of myrrh responds, acting as catalyst to wings embracing the sky.
Reflected as moon
Paired with another piece of mythological junk mail art.
translations of light–
shifted green a mirrored edge
“Work well and have gratitude to Mother Earth.”
“If we do not serve what coheres and endures, we serve what disintegrates and destroys.”
“When we speak we are afraid our words will not be heard or welcomed. But when we are silent, we are still afraid. So it is better to speak.”
— Audre Lorde
all breath remembers
naked as air
I’ve enjoyed my NaPoWriMo collaboration with the Magnetic Poetry Oracle. I compiled all my collages, above, dots in many manifestations. I was worried that everything might begin to look and sound alike. I have my style and my themes in any circumstances–what do you think?
It’s hard to pick a favorite, but maybe the boat sailing through elaborate music…
I didn’t do all thirty days, but I did more than half. Not bad.
between night and dark
rest secret longings
wandering in moon gardens
shaded with ancient air
The NaPoWriMo prompt today is to use a phrase from someone else’s work to spark a poem. I got the phrase “moon garden” not from a poem but from Michael Chabon’s wonderful book “Moonglow”. I’ve been wanting to use it somewhere, and here it is (with the help of the Magnetic Oracle).