we’re floating adrift
across a pallid landscape
in a thawing rift
after static winter months
forge devastating new paths
Kim M. Russell, 2017
Jane Friedlicher (1924-2014) Landscape, 1984, Lithograph on Paper
My response to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads Artistic Interpretations with Margaret – Small Town Inspiration
Margaret says that she recently visited The Hickory Museum of Art in a small town in North Carolina not far from where she lives. She explains that Hickory has a beautiful museum that fosters and preserves American art, with approximately 1,500 items currently in the collection. Margaret viewed Paul Whitener’s landscape paintings; he was the visionary for the museum and was the Museum Director since 1944 and held that position for fifteen years.
She says that small museums really are gems of local talent and creativity. Her local poetry group was eager to see the poetry of their friend, Beverly, who participated in “The Art of Poetry”, and ekphrastic walking tour in honor of Woman’s History Month. The main focus of the tour and poems was WOMAN MADE: Women Artists from the Hickory of Art Collection. The rules were simple: Go to the exhibit and write poems about the works on display.
Margaret has selected three of her favorite art works from this exhibit, which she has shared, together with Paul Whitener’s paintings. She has also selected three intriguing art pieces from the local public schools’ end of year celebration of children’s art work displayed at their museum. The challenge today is simple: to find something in one (or more) of these images which inspires us to write a new poem.
such a lively image of changing seasons…!
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Thanks for reading, Sreeja!
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Interesting interpretation of the image. I was also drawn to this but the washing won the day. I’m seeing we as the river, the flood perhaps…but the ‘we’ is clever if that is the case. Water particles, drops, nymphs……..??
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it could also be people at the end of a relationship.
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of course
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I see your thoughts (as in response to Paul’s comment) in your fine words Kim. Amazingly done. Cheers.
Anna :o]
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Thank you, Anna!
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This is beautifully haunting, Kim❤️ and gives rise to several other possible interpretations! Bravo 😀
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Thank you, Sanaa 🙂
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“after static winter months
forge devastating new paths” what a powerful sentence! So many interpretation, as Sanaa says, not the least, for me, of the present in America.
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Yes, I worry about all of you across the pond.
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Chilling, Thrilling scene! 🌹🌹🌹😎
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Thank you very much, Dorna!
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Lovely tanka
Much love…
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Thank you, Gillena! Much love to you xxx
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Winter can be harsh (could be a metaphor for relationships) and it’s just before that springtime burst and rebirth. Lovely.
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Thank you, Margaret.
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Spring is a moment to make paths… love how you used it as a metaphor that could mean so much more.
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Thanks Bjorn!
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In eastern Canada, winter’s thaw has entire towns underwater, as lakes and rivers and heavy rainfall conspire to flood the banks……
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I imagine it also very difficult for the people who live there and very dangerous.
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Yes, spring can thaw us into devastation. Great poetry for the image.
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Thank you, Susie. We haven’t had that kind of weather in a long time and that’s probably why the thaw appealed to me.
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