I’m shedding this contradictory skin,
the plaster cast of keystone calamity,
and breaking my fused jawbone
brick by mortar.
Night is the season I wake.
I’m hatching a glaring afterthought,
my temple casements unhinged,
and imploding incidental steeples
soot by slaughter.
Solar womb is the mind I create.
I’m sprouting a secondary pair of wings,
the unburdened boughs of fruitless summer,
and clouding hard bitten airwaves
tooth by laughter.
Mean time is the pattern I upbraid.
This poem is inspired by the surreal art of Cat Schappach, namely the piece entitled Avion, which can be viewed on Instagram.
"Night is the season I wake"...."Solar womb is the mind I create." Awesome lines, Kerry.
ReplyDeleteThank you for coming over to read, Sherry. I intended to link up on Tuesday but was too exhausted to even switch on my computer.
DeleteThis is an incredible ekphrastic poem, Kerry!💖 I simply love the intricate details here especially this one; "I’m sprouting a secondary pair of wings,
ReplyDeletethe unburdened boughs of fruitless summer,and clouding hard bitten airwaves tooth by laughter. The poem puts me in the mind of rebirth and reincarnation - the way the images are intermingled .. but it's different here.. instead of starting fresh the artwork suggests revelation of practical knowledge about matter and sophisticated theories about its hidden nature and transformation. I wonder if its also related to spiritual alchemy? Who are we? Where did we originate from? There is so much to contemplate here. Unforgettable write!💖
What an image - I saw it a few days ago. I adore " unburdened boughs of fruitless summer". Wonderfully surreal.
ReplyDeleteI didn’t know what to expect when I read the title ‘Demolition in Unseasonable Meantime’, so I skipped the poem and viewed the image first. Now I think I understand! It would be useful to shed ‘contradictory skin’ and hatch glaring afterthoughts.
ReplyDeleteThis is so intriguing — every word, image and allusion stands out in its absolute clarity. Your diction is strong and powerful — I love this bit: "...and imploding incidental steeples/soot by slaughter./Solar womb is the mind I create."
ReplyDeleteA wonderful verse, Kerry!
This soars with so much power and intention.
ReplyDeletePowerful and angry, at least I perceive it as such. Folks don't like me when I get angry, but sometimes they push too far.
ReplyDeleteWonderful poem. I didn't view the picture. I did enjoy the poem though. "Night is the season I wake"...."Solar womb is the mind I create." It seems the older I get, the more insomniac I get. I did like the thoughts of solar womb.
ReplyDeleteContradictory skin... love that.. and night is the season I wake... such beautiful images and textures here!
ReplyDeleteSome boundaries were meant to be demolished, especially if they encase us in tombs while we are still alive.
ReplyDeleteNight is the season I wake...Ah, July!
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