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oil on board
so this is the first "Ekphrasis" happening...poets and artists joining forces.. my friend jim asked if i would post the poems..so i'll start with this first one from 2015.. the poet is Tonia Matthew...
At first
loneliness:
the single figure,
the sky spilling into the street,
the blue shadow on the roof
a single bell toll,
the street moving from sunlight
into the dense shade
of overhanging trees.
But then
through a break in the fence
along the path,
sunlight slides,
soaks into a clump
of orange flowers,
sets them on fire.
The small woman
dressed in black,
white kerchief over her head
pauses there,
leans on her cane.
She has come from the church
where she lit a candle,
sat in the cool dimness
alone.
Now, she is on her way home
to that small, silent room
But, see she has stopped,
warmed by the glow of orange flowers.
Waiting, perhaps, for them to speak.
(and yes, i do love this!!!!)
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