 Carol at Beyond LiteracyLink  I love this time of year. I love creating Halloween scenes.
This piece includes a photo-copy of a home in my 1958-1963 neighborhood. I was convinced the old woman who lived there with her St. Bernard was a witch. It is the house that inspired "The Dare", a poem that was published in The Best of Today's Little Ditty:2017-2018, edited by from Michelle H. Barnes, 2019. When I was finished, this small poem surfaced: a dog howls dares you to walk by eerie night © jone rush macculloch  Created for me by ©Amber Fleek Welcome from across the pond. I am currently in Ireland but planned this post in advance. I will most likely be on hiatus until July. Michelle at Michelle Kogan is hosting us today. I love Michelle's work. And I am tempted to take an online class from her. This week I am sharing the second of inspiration pieces that Linda Mitchell sent me. It is a poem, "Coda". It's fitting that next week we will move into summer and so this is our final "spring' Friday. Coda Noun MUSIC
scarred by ice, snow and wind. Scarred by ice, snow and wind red bud waves fuchsia with survival pride. Red bud bears notes from our sun Written in invisible ink. invisible ink revealed by rain Wintertime is done let us turn toward spring Spring reveals herself in rain soaked woods singing to herself. From woods to shore bluebells hum a rising chorus to answer Spring Spring responds – waits a beat for the trees Now green, these trees are winter wise. © 2022 Linda Mitchell inspiration piece  © 2022 Jone Rush MacCulloch response to "Coda"  Elisabeth at Unexpected Intersections is doing hosting duties this Friday. The Inklings Challenge from Catherine this month: “Write a mathematical poem, such as a fib, pi poem, nonet, etc.” The Poetry Sisters will be trying this out: The Exquisite Corpse On Instagram, there's a really cool challenge for February: Februllage. It involves collaging to a daily prompt. I've decided to play with some collage with a bonus of writing a poem.
Day 1: Cat Jaguar The jaguar by the 20th century the loss of habitat the first wild cats listed The Endangered Species Act sittings of jaguars research and monitoring the species needs ©2022, jone rush macculloch Day 2: Sisters two sisters recipe keepers of secrets ©2022, jone rush macculloch Day 3: Octopus Octopus Tree rarity Pacific Northwest fact or hoax? ©2022, jone rush macculloch  This week Heidi at my juicy little universe is hosting Poetry Friday. If you want to learn about ghazals this is the place. I just returned earlier this week from a road trip to Souther California to see family. Today, I rearranged and organized several things before I realized it was Poetry Friday. This summer I created this found poem and art from an article about Georgia O'Keefe. Since school has begun in many places, it might be a good time share lessons from Georgia O'Keefe.  Lessons from Georgia O’Keefe
Great artists observe the world Watching the light looking out the window The full pale moon Early morning Lavender sky, purple hills the feeling of space Daily rituals- rise with the sun take an early walk Don’t sweat mistakes something will come Stay with it Be yourself Carve your own path ©jone rush macculloch, 2021 Today Margaret at Reflections on the Teche is hosting Poetry Friday. And we are sharing collaborative posts.I decided to once again participate in SPARK, organized by Amy Souza. ( participated in SPARK 27 with an Inspiration piece and a Response piece). If you are not familiar with this creative community, please check it out. For times a year, writers, musicians, and visual artists are invited to participate in a 10-day project round. As a participant you create a new work by using someone’s art, writing or music as inspiration. And you have work with someone you know if you wish. I put the call out to the group of friends and Margaret responded. She sent me today’s poem and I created a mixed media response. I sent Margaret a photo from the California Redwoods and she wrote a poem for it. She's sharing her response on her blog today. This is the inspiration from Margaret: Notes in a Locker I forgot who she wanted to become. A note dropped into a locker scribbled in cursive, curly letters to sign her name. I forgot who she was. When notes became soggy tissue floating in the river buried beneath the flood, we climbed out on Easter morning. I forgot who she wanted to be. Her blonde Dorothy Hamill haircut flirted with the boys just wanting to be loved. I become who she is daily walking from cocoon of sleep into full moon rising, being fine being she being me. ©Margaret Simon This was great fun. I will admit to some anxiety of getting it perfect. But I went with my heart and gut. The funny thing is that after reading Margaret’s poem, an image of a red locker came to me. It surprised me upon re-reading her poem that while it said ‘locker’, the word red was nowhere in the poem. I noted these words in Margaret’s poem: Locker Note scribbled in cursive Floating on the river Dorothy Hamill haircut (those of us of a certain age had this haircut, “The Wedge”) Full moon rising Cocoon My process for the mixed media was to create some painted papers. I have my great-grandfather’s letters from the Civil War, 1863 in cursive. I printed them and added paint. The red frame is from a gardening book. While I didn’t have a magazine photo of Dorothy Hamill, I was able to find an image and hide it in the painted papers.  Through the Red Locker: Bayou Moon To see them on the SPARK website:
Jone MacCulloch, Inspiration piece and How Do We Stand? By Margaret Simon, Response Notes in a Locker By Margaret Simon, Inspiration piece and Jone MacCulloch SPARK 48 happens in August. It’s a great way to play in art. This is something that I am trying to do more of since retirement. Response I have been taking classes in mixed media through Jennifer Chamberlin. She had a two part class, Night Watch. I also committed to sending out three "art poetry postcards" for National Poetry Month. So I combined the two. This week has been the pink supermen which influenced my haiku.    I am laughing at myself because when I shared collage books with students, I always said I would never do collage because of the time. Guess what? I think this extremely relaxing. Tomorrow: Poetry Friday and Lita Judge will be sharing her thoughts about her new book, THE WISDOM OF TREES. |
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