As mentioned a couple of posts ago, I haven’t written much poetry lately, but I have now penned one poem and one piece of poetical prose, so I’m feeling better about that. I feel I need a long week-end or even a week’s masterclass in poetry to get me back into the groove.
I have, however, been collating my work of the past 10 years or so. There are, in fact, quite a few so I am going to publish them. Why not, right?
My big problem is that there is no theme to them, or enough of them in one theme to create a book subject. There are my usual nature poems, along side darker themes, and some political comment and protest. Many of them make reference to the moon or Luna, as I like to call her. Looking at them I thought; There are some light ones, some very dark ones, some light with a little dark, some dark with a little light of hope.
Therefore, I decided on ‘Light & Dark’ as a working title. What do you think? or maybe just, ‘Phases’.
For the cover, my friend and artist, Lynn Scott-Cummins, who works out of Umbrella Studios Townsville, is kindly going to allow me to use one of her art prints from her mosr recent exhibition, ‘Moon Phase: Chasing Trancendence.’ I am very excited and thankful, Lynn.
I’d show you the cover, but I haven’t done it yet.
What’s that? You’d like a sample…Oh, all right if you insist…
CREATING MAGIC My wand dabbles in a puddle soaks up the magic cuts a swathe through sky space liquid colour seeps into damp blankness fades to nothing at the horizon a ceiling emerges in the aether not the endless high I long for my brush is too clumsy to capture atmospheric freedom so my soul can enter the picture where hidden worlds orbit beyond sight still present. Caught in the ecstasy of creation the Golden Rule divide and conquer texture heft contrast dip and splash in primordial soup a sweeping stroke defining shadow a burst of light cloud mountain tree appear by sleight of hand a charlatan's trick unworthy Maestro. I falter vision dimmed finished, emptied. expression misses perfection tossed aside it joins others spinning in the void. I stare into my palette pick up my wand…