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.
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
Buffy at Buffy Silverman is hosting Poetry Friday today. I was excited to see beautiful lady slipper s on her blog and notice of her new book this fall. How exciting.
I recently had the fun opportunity to participate in Spark 51. I asked Linda Mitchell to partner with me on the project. Since we both wanted to send each other an art inspiration piece and a poem inspiration piece, we ended up with four projects. LOL! Today I'm sharing my response to Linda's art inspiration piece. It provided me with the opportunity to delve into Amanda Gorman's Call Us What We Carry for a cento poem.
A cento, a poem created of lines and phrases from other previously written poems like a collage. Like a collage, perfect for the mixed media collage that Linda sent me.
Penning a Letter
Penning a letter to the world as a daughter of it
We are walking beside our ancestors
Every time we fall heart-first into the news,
Life is not what is promised
The heart chambered by grief
Life, a page, we are only legible when opened to another
We rebuild, reconcile, and recover
We cannot possess hope without practicing it
Reading children’s books, dancing alone to a DJ music
We shall only learn when we let this loss, like us sing on & on ~
Call us what we carry
If only we’re brave enough to be it
©jone rush macculloch, 2022
The lines are from Call Us What We Carry by Amanda Gorman, 2021:
1. “Ship’s Manifest
2. ”School’s Out”
7. “The Hill We Climb”
8. “Every Day We are Learning”
9. “The Miracle of Morning”
11. “Call Up”
12. “The Hill We Climb”
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
who she wanted to become.
A note dropped into a locker
scribbled in cursive,
curly letters to sign her name.
who she was.
When notes became soggy
tissue floating in the river
buried beneath the flood,
we climbed out on Easter morning.
who she wanted to be.
Her blonde Dorothy Hamill haircut
flirted with the boys
just wanting to be loved.
who she is
daily walking from
cocoon of sleep
into full moon rising,
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:
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
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.
To see them on the SPARK website:
Jone MacCulloch, Inspiration piece and How Do We Stand? By Margaret Simon,
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.
All photos and poems in these blog posts are copyrighted to Jone Rush MacCulloch 2006- Present. Please do not copy, reprint or reproduce without written permission from me.
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7 Kim Johnson at Common Threads
8 Rose Cappelli at Imagine the Possibilities
9 Carol Varsalona at Beyond Literacy Link
10 Linda Baie at Teacher Dance
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15 Carol Labuzzetta @ The Apples in my Orchard
16 Heidi Mordhorst at My Juicy Little Universe
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