Over at the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, Kerry invited us to write a poem inspired by Clarence White’s Morning. The image—a woman in a nightgown, sitting on the edge of a tub, thinking… in front of a window—made me think of moonlight, storytelling and such. So, here’s my poem:
I am dark stories
glittering, ragged wings
wholed by ink,
through shadow and storm.
the finished piece brought to mind this painting by Shelle Kennedy
also, the original poem is a blackout
this is what it looked like before the inking and stitching
Linked to Poets United.