Summer was all hurry: grow and divide ’til hip-height, head-height, bracts of blooms and then green marbles, swollen worlds swirl tight as Titan’s cloud-tops. Adam Smith was right: o joyous economy, this wondrous chlorophyll.
Saint Jerome in his Study, by Antonello da Messina (Italy) c. 1475
Delighted to have my poem –
– published by the The Seductive Loveliness of Perspective Ekphrastic Review. You can read it here – along with the work of many talented poets responding to many talented artists.
There’s lot’s of provocative prompts, competitions and guides to further your ekphrastic practice. Big thanks to Lorette for her wonderful journal.
as if we could hear music inside the words
an ode we’ll hum while searching for a word Continue reading
shoulder-high (was a millimetre sprout) Continue reading
still wet, barely made provisional colour Continue reading
Tall Yellow Man, 2003, Stephen Bird, Wollongong Art Gallery)
(Dear reader, the layout of this poem is important — I did my best with wordpress, but if words go a wandering on your screen, it’s available
here as a pdf). Continue reading
A golden shovel for Margaret Atwood quoting Rilke.
Seems I’m not the only one interested in the
poetry of the dead. I know I should let lie – the past is the past. Continue reading
Saint Jerome in his Study, Antonella da Massina c. 1475
On any screen my attention drifts
whether it’s girls online or the official denials a reporter hunched in a bunker or reading the accounts—I’m looking Continue reading
Like a ruby held up to the sunrise. Is it still a stone, or a world made of redness? Rumi
take 3 fugitive seeds between your teeth and bite Continue reading