Studio Serendipity – Shed Skins

shed skins

 

Shed skins of paintings

peeled from abandoned palettes.

A playground for ghosts.

 

Photo and haiku by Clinock

edited redux – 2014

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Siena Ghost

siena ghost

 

Inquisitive ghost

haunting bright Siena day

with curtained glances

 

Photo and haiku by Clinock

Ghost Ride

resurrection

Sometimes,

in this season

of dying and farewells,

even the broken,

the rusted,

the rejected

are touched by magic,

garlanded in lights

and flowers,

resurrected

and honoured

among fallen leaves.

 

Hereabouts

autumn ghosts

still peddle summer,

wheeling and whistling

through

the tenuous sunlight

of October streets.

 

Photo and Poem by Clinock

Sept 2014 – Ghosts – Joan of Arc

joan of arc

 

Seeking sanctuary from the burn

I trespass her ice and holy dance

and am caught, unmasked,

between flaming carapace and tundric flesh.

 

She rises with a purer love

in fiery blizzards I cannot name,

consuming me in smoldering tears

by which I navigate her bright beauty.

 

There are red mysteries in her conflagration

binding me with smoking tongues,

releasing me in blinding light,

fusing me forever to this silent ghost of ash and passion.

 

Painting and Poem by Clinock

 

 

Redux September 2011 – Night Dance

night-dance-pastel1

 

Haunted, he wears his ghost lightly.

Woven on phantom air

the dream descends like spent ashes.

 

Singing, with pointed sticks

he marks the wing of the lightning,

 as only a father might do.

 

Entangled in ghost tossed clouds

he follows his fractured dreaming

like a mother’s goodbye.

 

Haunted and enchanted,

he summons the cast of the moon,

the wash and cry of the sea.

 

The borders of sleep are burning.

 

 

Poem and pastel drawing by Clinock

May Redux – 2013 – Dreams For Sale

dreams for sale

Walking a city afternoon I made this photo through the window of an antique store.

I continued to gaze, fascinated by my reflection superimposed on the bed. It was as if I was laying down and drifting with the ghosts of all who had ever slept, dreamed, loved, laughed and cried, been born and died there, tangled in baroque light.

I was moved to free us from all this sleeping around.

Above, but out of the frame, was a sign in antiquarian lettering.

It said ‘Dreams For Sale’.

 

ghosts cannot rest

in this dislocated bed

 

perplexed by labyrinths of iron

and the endless touch of the living

 

their spines and cheeks

never crease the haunted sheets and pillows

 

outside looking in I’m inside looking out

whispering to the reflected dead

you are loved and you are loved

and you are free

 

Walk on

Photo and Poem by clinock.

a temporary hiatus (Dragon Renovation)

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It seems that everything

is trying to tell me

It’s renovation time again.

The dragon needs new clothes,

renewed ignition and a volcano full

of revivification.

The rat and lion share this

unholy

predicament.

It’s October. Renovation time again.

Changes wind in the air

with squirrels and drifting leaves

and winter winks

from shadowed corners

and misty horizons.

Changes arrive like a parade

of jesters and ghosts.

I must follow.

And so, my friends,

I leave you once more

for a temporary yet purposeful hiatus…

Until next time,

A la prochaine,

Hasta Luego,

Art Rat❤

art rat image with pa#10EDE

poem and photo by clinock