"The Roaster" by Pablo Picasso this one feather-struck and cock-eyed and tongue hard-wired to drunken yell yodel yay eeeeee! he says do you love it? my self-portrait it's the psychedelic '70s so you see i am the dawn, ladies from wishbone to tail feather i am the dawn hear me roar he tapes himself on … Continue reading Disillusioned
Painting by Morgan Stokes "man in navy" Man in Navy The man in navy has pale fingers, nothing round, his eyes blade blue, long nose finishing in silence - lips tight as button holes. See the approaching angle of his cigaretted hand and hair, from root to tip is night to bleaching sun. He sits … Continue reading Man in Navy
Image by Eric Thake Of Shadows Legs as strings afraid our shadows will escape, deep into the leeward grass. A sketch pro- tracted: protuberant tums, fence post melds with tails, sloppy dribble of a grazing nose and butts saying “mwah” in the long wink of afternoon.
Image by Miranda Grant from mirandasgrant.com it’s familiar but not quite this unhurried swirl, this white sun-sea vaulted & vermilion pageantry - rings & rings of shimmering lifted bones from Earth's beaten chest, tones of the red red road listing candle-bitten & tapering to ever. old gods with their blistering sight tilt blind, reaching trees … Continue reading kowtow to the sky
after Franki Sparke's artwork Night Flight Image by Franki Sparke 2016 eagles rise as birds of mercy refugees on feathered beds scalloping the sky after gunshots and spitting yellow, they face the shadows of silence darkness definite as chalkboards filled with the unwritten morning comes with dust in its eye in their new land dandelions … Continue reading Night Flight
Image by Narelle Autio - prize winning Australian Photographer A Pantoum the shark alarm rang, fat fear doused my skin in peridot water, soft toes clench sand I race my bow wave in water’s prison my ears ring such thunder- a blood based band in peridot water, soft toes clench sand ‘neath angry sky, constabulary … Continue reading Peridot Grim
Artwork by Sally Stokes from 2019 River Paintings I’m caught by its bold eye: that red sway-back dinghy hull hovering on the upside down river-trams, their shingled colours huffing for the shore. I can hear the dip and drip of oars; the tinkered quiet, as Saturday afternoon swoons in the sun whose thistle glint pricks … Continue reading Escape
Artwork by Sir Sidney Nolan we’re all shadows here strung flat and powerless under that searing whip of blue you can see where the land has rusted shrugging sunsets into itself heat upon rabid heat such patriotic decay windmills like stark flowers measure decades in their browning and their screech (skinned metal) bleeds into every … Continue reading After Nolan
Brett Whitely "The Olgas" what do we think of this tiny testicular section of the Olgas? only that the desert is light garish with wanderlust note the extrapolated blue and shadows as maledictions dug deep hoops of ghost boulders reveal apathetic clouds and the birds watch silent as the blooded stones would you whistle? surely … Continue reading intensity
Standing Firm Claude Monet "Woman with a Parasol, Madame Monet and Her Son" See darling, the ragged clouds how God has breathed like Papa’s pipe smoke and torn the sky this wind is Earth’s inkling of the will of God turn your face into it and give thanks for its flat palms and softened fingers … Continue reading #Ekphrastic Poem dVerse
Winter Landscape with Skaters and Bird TrapBy Pieter Breughel the Younger - http://www.antiques.com.pl, Public Domain, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=12429232 jack daws beep and chatter knowing our insignificant flying the feeble flags of scarves in noon's fish-eyed pallor the houses stand starched snow hats white as boiled lollies dimly reflected in jaundiced ice underneath I’m conscious fish are watching … Continue reading thinking of fish
Fay Collins "Sunset and Squally Showers, Connemara" The falling shale of a thunderbolt’s bellow cracked wide sun’s yolk a glow like breath of dragons emanated permeating sky's shelfless larder cloud syrup skein on skein perspiring down toward pigmented sea and granite blade and the steaming gratification of rainfall Written for Sarah's dVerse Poetics - Fay … Continue reading Beginning
Hotel by a Railroad - Edward Hopper Written for "Poetic Bloomings" prompt #354 (Edward Hopper) She’s used to his smoking the way his fingers fondle the death stick the smell in his neck creases she thinks of charred chambers, flesh as bubbled grit, black fungus and she holds her breath... but it’s her they’re here … Continue reading Chimera Hotel
Out of the Cave 