Landscape With Gun And Tree Cornelia Parker This little poetic ditty was inspired by this wonderful sculpture which I had the pleasure of seeing in all its splendour at Juniper Artland, Wilkieston, Scotland. You may remember that I mentioned this wonderful inspiring Artland before in several blog posts, the original being on the 15th of June 2014. Landscape Gun and Tree Halt – the daring spring sunshine In dread symmetry. © Marjorie Mallon 2015 – aka, Kyrosmagica. Haiku and Photo, good or bad, are my very own! Hope you enjoyed my Friday image and Haiku poem. Have a wonderful weekend. 🙂 Links: https://www.jupiterartland.org/artwork/landscape-with-gun-and-tree Unauthorized use and/or duplication of all material in this blog without express and written permission from this blog’s author is strictly prohibited. Excerpts and links may be used, provided that full and clear credit is given to this blog’s author with appropriate and specific direction to the original content. Thank you.
The Weeping Girls The Weeping Girl leans against a tree, Long hair tumbling in rope like curls, Obscuring, and suffocating, eyes clamped shut, Unable to express, Excitement, contentment, anger, sadness, The Weeping Girls Weep. The Weeping Girls are not living, The Weeping Girls are not breathing, The Weeping Girls are not smiling, The Weeping Girls are not laughing, The […]
Firmament by Antony Gormley Exposure 2010 This litte poetic ditty was inspired by this wonderful sculpture which I had the pleasure of seeing in all its splendour at Juniper Artland, Wilkieston, Scotland. You may remember that I mentioned this wonderful inspiring Artland before in a much earlier blog post, on the 15th of June 2014. The Puzzle of Unforgiving Turf Black space, a jigsaw of blue, confusing skies. A giant piece of white mystifying lies, Still we twist, baffle, and turn, While blackened steel pieces confuse and burn. My fingers decipher thoughts, raw and aching, Questioning layers of paint work mercilessly flaking, I turn to discern the last bewildering step, I piece the puzzle, too late, the enigma lies cold and wet. I trip, and fall, unravel, flip an ankle, In scattered pieces I confusingly entangle, But there’s no bewildering cuddle, Just a gap, no cushion, in air’s baffling puzzle. A pocket of relentless sky and bemused clouds, Blankets the confused sounds, As I fall in pieces, scattering, to the perplexed earth, Triumph hitting the newly solved, but, oh so, unforgiving turf! © Marjorie Mallon 2015 – aka, Kyrosmagica. Words, and Photo, good or bad, are my very own! That was such fun!!!! Love poetry, just wish I was better at writing poems. Still, it’s nice to try. Please, if there any poets out there reading this, do give me feedback, I’m looking to improve 🙂 Links: https://www.jupiterartland.org/ http://www.antonygormley.com/ Unauthorized use and/or duplication of all copyrighted material in this blog without permission from this blog’s author is strictly prohibited. Excerpts […]