A little poetry

As I was doing the #bestnine exercise suggested by James a couple of weeks ago (read more about it in one of my previous posts), my lecturer encouraged me to describe each picture that I used with a couple of words, and then compile them into a poetic statement that will help me focus on what is truly important when communicating aspects of my concept.

However, as I started jotting words and phrases down, my poetic inclination kicked in, and I ended up with three free verse poems, one for each collage. It did take a little bit of literary work, but I feel happy about the little sparks of creativity that hide behind some of the verses. Here are two of them - I hope you enjoy them! (...I'm not so happy with the third, so I won't post it with the others...)

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The stillness is alive.

A cluster of red clay, streets piercing through,

Robust facades - brave witnesses of the past,

Tall slender windows, playing with light,

As it floods into workshops, into hearts and in minds.

Loud clanking of metal, embers flying at times,

Quiet working spirits, with small gentle hands,

Shaping golden treasures of twinkling light.

Today, many buildings lie empty; the stillness is sad.

Vroom. Cars drive past, streets echo the sound.

‘Good morning!’, says an unknown voice,

And I finally understand.

The stillness is alive.

Somehow, out of the golden dust,

There’s new life bursting out, creativity reborn,

In pioneers of the arts, with brave and strong hearts,

Fearlessly shaping treasures anew.

***

Light & Shadow

Light pours into my brickwork soul,

And takes Shadow for a gracious dance.

They whirl inside old robust walls,

They swing under the timber beams.

Bricks burst into a cheerful song,

Chimneys happily join in the chorus.

But as rhythm echoes out into the courtyard,

Light stops to catch her breath.

Under the evening sky,

With a quiet whisper, she bids goodbye.

Shadow wraps his arms around her.

My heart is sinking in an empty cold whir.

Will they dance again?

Tomorrow.