Line break

hepworth-seaform

breaking the tide line
seawater curls smooth lathery lips
over a jagged shelf, shingle and shells
tucked under the breach, it arrives

edges closer curious as a calf
trembling and torn between hoof
and scintillating scent of the salty hand
with nothing to taste but the wind

or at times a frothing bull, its rage
vengeful in cold blue-greens
only to perish pitifully on the sand
tossed by the last wave’s faena *

the great heaving mass gapes in places
where solids protest an imperceptible
slip-slide embrace, convolutions
dispossessing difficulties

outermost inwards, the artist pulls
all directions of paradox til a doppelgänger
sets solid, hot fluid, unshakable metal
breaking the mould of sea form
© Laura Granby 2015

* a series of final passes leading to the kill made by the matador

Links:
1. Culture & Anarchy: The Poetry of Form inspired by Barbara Hepworth

2. BFI video – poetic portrait of sculptor Barbara Hepworth : Figures in a Landscape

Celebrating Hepworth’s curvaceous patina sculpture and by coincidence something for the daily prompt: The Artist’s Eye
and joining the circle of Poets United for some final lines before the Christmas break

30 Comments on “Line break

  1. What a dance this is…a flow of image and thought that is so finely crafted…i like the feeling of several stories running together coherently ..life carries on..carries us along i suppose ..stunning poem very much complimenting the Barbara Hepworth sculpture

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  2. Really love how you’ve captivated the abstract in concrete words…the artwork and poem complement each other….

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  3. This the most visceral and colourful write of the night so far from me – loved it… Beautifully rendered… With Best Wishes Scott

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  4. Really love how your words brought the art work to life…feeling as I was being tossed and turned on the sea waves like a bull raging, and then at times just gently rocked back and forth…sublime as smooth metal!

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    • re-assuring to know that Donna – Hepworth drew heavily on her local seascapes and so I tried to visualise how she might have turned that into her sculpture –

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  5. This is not just about the art for me, but going behind and seeing the art.. seeing the landscape and the waves… some very nice internal rhymes and alliterations that begs to be read aloud.

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    • thank you Bjorn – I read aloud over and over until it sounds smooth enough for the ear even at the expense of deleting a favourite word or line

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  6. To me this seems to be an extended metaphor on the poetic craft itself. Like the final wave break gives birth somehow to the poem, washing up on shore.

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  7. Geesh I’m on roll reading some great stuff tonight, This piece is well written (in my opinion) with a lot of thought and depth. Bravo!

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  8. I can really feel this poem. The images are sharp, and the message clear! Enjoyed the way you wove the words.

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  9. Ah, the lips of the sea, as a curious calf and a raging bull. Of course, I think of Proteus. That must be how he was born! Marvelous!
    “. . . the artist pulls
    all directions of paradox …”

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  10. Beautiful sculpture and you married it well with your words. The toss of the sea so well reflected in your imagery. Fine writing,

    Elizabeth

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