A summer blizzard cloud
of feathers from a pillow fight,
understated blossom clusters
shimmering in sunlight hide
hard timber once carved into
the cross on which Christ was crucified.
Until its grey bark bursts into red,
dogwood crouches in hedges,
creeps around woodland edges.
Kim M. Russell, 16th July 2024

Alma Thomas, Arboretum Presents White Dogwood, (1972), acrylic on canvas, Smithsonian American Art Museum
This Tuesday, Melissa is our host for Poetics at the dVerse Poets Pub, with a colourful poetry prompt. Today, we are focusing on the art of Alma Thomas, an African American teacher and artist, known for her abstract paintings.
Melissa has given us interesting background to this amazing artist, who was the first graduate of Howard University’s fine arts program and one of the first women in America to obtain a bachelor’s degree in fine art. She was also the first Black woman to have her own exhibit in the Whitney Museum of American Art.
I really like the vibrant colour and rhythmic pattern in Thomas’s paintings and was hard pressed to choose one to inspire an ekphrastic poem. In the end it was the one with the least colour, ‘Arboretum Presents White Dogwood’.
Kim you saw so much here which is proof perfect of a poet’s imagination- the timber of Christ’s cross even under blossom clusters!
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Thank you, Laura.
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I love the whole thing!
“understated blossom clusters
shimmering in sunlight hide
hard timber once carved into
the cross on which Christ was crucified.
Until its grey bark bursts into red,”
Beauty somewhere to be found in all things, even the most awful.
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Thank you, Melissa. They say that the cross was made of dogwood, and the bark does turn red.
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I read about different types of dogwood trees before writing my poem. It’s amazing how many different species there are.
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Just love this piece and full of hope and God’s beautiful nature.
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Thank you kindly!
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You are most welcome and I did not know about the association of the cross and the dogwood tree. I have always loved dogwoods. Many thanks. 🙏
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Kim, I did not noticed the cross made of dogwood. Love your interpretation of the image and each verse.
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Thank you, Grace. The cross is part of the mythology behind the dogwood. If you look closely at the painting, it is made up of lots of cross-like shapes.
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Beautiful ekphrasis of this interesting Thomas piece, Kim! I love the final couplet subtly anthropomorphizing the dogwood, as well as the anticipated burst from white into red.
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Thank you so much, Chris!
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I enjoyed your interesting take on the painting. Very well done, Kim.
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Thank you, Dwight.
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Such a beautiful write, Kim. I especially liked these lines
“hard timber once carved into
the cross on which Christ was crucified.
Until its grey bark bursts into red,”
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Thank you kindly, Punam.
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My pleasure.
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The dogwood feels so mysterious in your poem. A wonderful take on the prompt.
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Thanks so much, Dianne!
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A new one on me Kim – I do know the shrubby dogwoods are planted for their red bark – an excellent take on this intriguing painting…
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Thanks Andtew.
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❤ your evocative interpretation, Kim!
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Thank you, Lynn!
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Kim, what wonderful images your words made. You brought this painting to life. I especially liked your opening, “A summer blizzard cloud
of feathers from a pillow fight,”
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Thank you so much, Ali!
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it’s not a proper pillow fight until some
feathers fly. Great take on that painting!
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Cheers Eric!
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Tightly woven, Kim, with fine use of striking imagery and rhyme, too. I’d heard that legend about the cross being made of dogwood, though sources say it’s not historically accurate since apparently flowering dogwoods aren’t native to Israel. It’s still an interesting story/legend and the blossoms are beautiful (which I enjoyed recently on a trip to Georgia, USA). Beautiful Q~
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Thank you very much, Jennifer. I’m intrigued by tree mythology.
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What a transcendent scene. I especially like the dogwood’s role.
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Thank you, Colleen.
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This is a fun form to work with! I love how you tied fun summer memories to the tree. Love that 🙂
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Thank you, Gretchen.
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This is so interesting and so many connections. Dear old dogwood or reverse the dog to godwood!
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Thank you!
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