i
This art will start as a square canvas.
And at the finish a thumb-width frame
fashioned plain, and base metal.
But paint awaits conception
for the painter is confined.
“we think of the key, each in his prison
thinking of the key, each confirms a prison”
How Eliot resonates whilst I’m pondering an opener
a way out of this block. Between the blank beginning
and the hanging, possibilities stretch perpetually.
Such a yawning void, as in life sentences.
“shades of the prison-house begin to close
upon the growing boy
but he beholds the light and whence it flows“
Recitations from the long gone days of youth
and so the great lake poet activates
some artistry. No Wordsworth landscape
but contrary, abstract squares. Metallic momentum
that calls for cadmium. Viscous, vivacious yellows.
Sunlit crossbars hopscotch the horizontal
– with the finest outlined shadows
– the whitest high-lit contours.
And captive within, some aquamarine
several semitones down to creamy blues
like twilight skies in skylights.
“a slow and stopping curve southwards we kept.”
yes Larkin spoke of art. What else are those Whitsun views
from a moving train but ever-changing frames
of coloured shapes. And there where the track arcs
a broad sweep of sienna. Warm-toned depths
in descent, announcing contrast.
For finishing touch, an open vent
to brush some air with the finest hairs
across dividing lines. Quadratics on the move.
ii
It was all the rage then
was space-time warp pre-LSD
all sea-sick chess board men
the square plane skewed, an anti
rage, darker even than the bomb.
Then colour crayoned in the blanks.
For my poetry challenge we paint a poem from imagination, prompted only by the title of a renowned art work. And/or write an ekphrastic from the actual piece of art. I chose to do both (but only reviewed the painting after part i) and wrote a 6-word square poem as the artist Riley talking retrospectively, for Poetics: Poet as Painter
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My goodness this is good! 💝 This is an EPIC poem, Laura! One which leaves a lasting impact on the reader with its lush language and imagery. Especially love; “What else are those Whitsun views from a moving train but ever-changing frames of coloured shapes.” Yes! 😀
what encouraging feedback Sanaa – especially as I had to work hard to make this poem appear despite it being my prompt!!
You’re most welcome! 💝 You deserve it and more. xx
my turn to say “aww, shucks” x
This title seemed the most difficult to interpret to me, but you’ve made it look so easy, Laura! I love the way you start with a concrete image, the canvas and the frame, and then open it up to so much more with the poetic quotations. I especially love the lines:
‘But paint awaits conception
for the painter is confined’,
‘Sunlit crossbars hopscotch the horizontal
– with the finest outlined shadows
– the whitest high-lit contours’,
the ‘sea-sick chess board men’.
thank you, Kim – I was stuck and so put myself in place of artist, equally stuck and seeking inspiration which came from the poets – (reverse ekphrastic!) which led to movement!!
I must try that some time.
I love the actual mention of colors in the poem: the cadmium and vicious vivacious yellows….and my favorite named crayon “sienna” which is also a paint color. These lines
“several semitones down to creamy blues
like twilight skies in skylights” paint the words’ canvas beautifully.
And then the optic painting described with words like LSD and “all sea-sick chess board men” made me smile. You certainly hit that one on the head!
Both so very well done.
thanks Lillian – did not want to overdo the colour so went with warm and cool. The ii ekphrastic is retrospective commentary from ‘the artist’ as opposed to the viewer. Just moved that way of its own accord!
I like how you laid out the parameters and they laid out the constraints. Very creative take on it. I thought about using this title and trying to do a board game theme. The actual artwork looks very different than what I imagined it would be.
thank you – the constraints are all in the squares and both painting and poet struggled to get out!
You’re welcome. I was imagining actual prisoners too as I read it.
I love how you let the square of the title be like a prison with the poet dreaming of colors, or maybe of words from the great poet. To me it is a great poem calling the muse to “colour crayoned in the blanks”… I think when a poet writes about the muse like this, she is walking in your shadow
My muse and I really appreciate this comment Bjorn!! The way you link both parts with the colour and the blanks, the inspiration and the stuckness- something I had not registered.
Exquisite. The allusions add to the tonal contrasts as you move from one palette of contemplation to another. Fine poetry.
‘palette of contemplation’ – superb feedback Dora – thank you
My pleasure! 🙂
Loved the allusions and the philosophy “But paint awaits conception for the painter is confined.” Totally original piece! 💯
overwhelmed by such complimentary feedback Tricia (blush)
I love the process of your creative writing as you describe the photo in the square canvas. The colors are vivid as: Metallic momentum
that calls for cadmium. Viscous, vivacious yellows.
Its a challenge to think beyond the black and white frames but you captured the movements well with:
Sunlit crossbars hopscotch the horizontal.
And there where the track arcs
a broad sweep of sienna. Warm-toned depths
in descent, announcing contrast.
many thanks Grace – the colour was one thing but as you say finding the movement was trickier so working from that feeling of being stuck helped me out!
Epic indeed! I have read your poem several times, each time coming away with a different emotion / thought … a great write, Laura.
especially thankful that you took time for a re-read Helen 🙂
A great poem Laura. This was a unique one… the squares made me dizzy! Abstracts come in all shapes and sizes!
appreciate that Dwight – the original made me dizzy too so was thankful not to have to gaze upon it till after the first poem!
Ha ha… don’t you want one to hang on your wall!??
I love the stark contrast of your two poems here, and the weaving in of other poets’ words in the first. You set yourself the hardest challenge and rose to it superbly! This particular picture gives me a headache when I look at it…
I was so glad to have those renowned poets come to my rescue!! As for the Riley art- it’s typical early sixties breaking free from the monochrome post-war fifties before the psychedelic movement zapped us all! At least that is what I tried to convey with the square poem!
thank you for being so generous with your comments Ron – am sure your ekphrastic has more shine than you are aware (will be over to read it soon). Perhaps your Muse is just not playing at the moment -mine regularly takes leave of absence
you took the most difficult prompt then moulded it together with imagery and poetry, well done!
– I always go with the first one that appeals – almost subliminal at times so thank you for that
most welcome Laura!
kaykuala
Quadratics on the move
The close together seeing the painting below makes it very clear. And the painting itself done in that special treat of uneven shapes cleverly brings out lots of movements from a mere 2D rendition and matched most appropriately with the close. Beautiful shot Laura. Thanks for the prompt. It was a challenging prompt!
Hank.
even though I chose the artwork, I only glimpsed to link up and so my own M-i-S is quite different. Not my shot but a screen grab of Riley’s vertiginous art.I too found the prompt challenging(!) but glad you were able to join in too
kaykuala
Thanks, Laura. Ma’am! Hank feels off tangent after reading the others. Hank will do this again in the forthcoming OLN.
Hank