of isolated tree-people;
as their shapes,
each teach us
Can we mother…
can we now child,
of our green-blood
Now the brushes…
Now the cool air…
In the stagnant,
Ekphrastic poem based on the above image: “Cypress knee sketch w. swamp pics” by fellow WordPress blogger Chris Ludke, The Plein Air Experience. https://thepleinairexperience.wordpress.com/2020/03/27/cypress-knee-sketch-w-swamp-pix/ (WP Reader link: https://wordpress.com/read/blogs/84456902/posts/2050)
Notes: I feel a bit cheesed that my inner muse used the words “brushes,” and “paints,” instead of “pencils,” and “draws,” or something similarly more appropriate, because the above is a sketch and not a painting. But the poem won’t let me change this! and I live with that, because eventually Chris will “baptize” them in paint, if all goes according to plan. (Right, Chris? ;))
Some of Chris’s beautiful paintings and sketches were recently stolen from outside the door of her new apartment during her move, which proves how enchanting they were. But hopefully they will soon be returned to their parent, as of course, they are irreplaceable works of original art. Chris is an amazing artist… and process writer… and such a wonderfully supportive fellow blogger.
Please visit her site, to become inspired and enchanted, if you ever need ekphrastic poetry inspo. Thank goodness she had taken photos of her precious canvases. At least we can enjoy them online. And like many of us in the art/writing world, Chris doesn’t charge a dime… but does it for the joy and active meditation of it.
Stay safe and creative,
Nadine inhales & exhales words & images from current vantage point in Auvergne, France. Thank you for reading. ❤︎