Day Twelve : Welcome to a special ekphrastic challenge for November. Artworks from Terry Chipp, Marcel Herms, MJ Saucer, P A Morbid, the inspiration for writers, Gaynor Kane, Peach Delphine, Sally O’Dowd, sonja benskin mesher, Anindita Sengupta, Liam Michael Stainsby, Helen Allison, Sarah Connor, Sarah Reeson, Holly York, Jane Dougherty, Gayle J Greenlea, Susan Darlington, Lydia Wist, Dai Fry, and myself. November 12th.

Day Twelve

MH12 De openbaring, mixed media on paper, 18,5 x 22,7 cm, 2020

De openbaring by Marcel Herms

TC12 Eye spy

Eye Spy by Terry Chipp


I hate it when you look at me
that way, as if to say—
but you never do.
You look and wrap up
your hurtful words,
so they don’t show, but I know.
I hate it that you never say
what you hate,
that you leave it too late
to stop my anger overflowing,
and the pain
you should have forestalled
spreads, a stain
that can never be removed.

-Jane Dougherty


In the sixth month, the angel Gabriel
went to Shrewsbury, a town in England
on the River Severn, and appeared
to the harpsichordist Susannah, daughter
of Sarah and Josiah, wife of Robert, mother
of Marianne, Caroline, Susan and Erasmus.
‘Do not be afraid,’ the angel said, ‘I bring
good news: for you will give birth to a son
whose name shall be Philo, Sage, Saint
of Science. And you will call him Charles,
for he will befriend the earth and move
freely among its creatures, mapping the tree
of life. And his name will be celebrated
forever.’ And Susannah said, ‘If I am part
of this grandeur, let it happen as you say.’

– Gayle J Greenlea

(I Spy)

“All Over The Place”

Long branches each
With a hundred offshoots
with sappy buds
Stumps dry, rotten, sad
The prettiest street in Gothenburg
Blessed by the best snow in winter
Lights strong and inviting highlighting ancient cobbles and decorations and a
Chock-a-block antique shop unique
Popular coffee shop chain
“Tjäna! Lenge sen” – colloquial local greeting between old friends with arms
Outstretched they embrace enthused
Long time no see
In a garden with twisted bronze statues and many roses of many names
Sheila stands out: my maternal Grandmother, it was like she flew over
From England to say hi
Endless queues to assistance
People hunched in homes made of the streets the knowledge to flourish without
The opportunity to work
Stumps dry, rotten, sad but
A new day, a new season
Fresh eyes look closer at plane tickets
Seemingly against unfair odds
Stumps bear new life
Blank pages, canvases
Clear skies, grey skies
New opportunities all over the place

( De Openbaring)

“The Best Kind”

Positive, exciting and filled with
Zings of bright colours ecstatic
What do we do with this kind of revelation?
Overwhelmed nothing is done
Taken in small chunks we can run with it forever

-Lydia Wist

Every Freckle

I hold you to the light
and count every freckle
from your shoulder
to your neck.

I confess my love
for all of the worlds on the nape of your neck
as I draw your eyes to hold me clearly –
my aging ship to wreck –
Let me capsize in your bay.

-Liam Stainsby


Shelves of hardback books
that have never been read.

Pot plants patiently trained
into neatly defined shapes.

Chairs decorated with cushions
too plump for comfort.

Stage managed photos
of perfect family gatherings.

And your wife, in bed,
with someone who’s not you.

-Susan Darlington

:: uncle ::

tell him he needs to focus
best eye forward to stop complaining

it is for safety purposes
the rules are made

the family all seem to have
problems with vision
even the dog

things go fady and seep into distant

fairies again
or is it simply the pressure?



He asked her what she saw
In the shapes.
This one had colour
Pink for a girl
Blue for a boy
And a feather for hope.

She knew not to talk
About the deathly dark shadows
Or the angel with horns
Or the sad face
On the character
Who looked like they’d pissed
Themselves in fear.

No, she would talk
More about the light
And peaceful feathers in white.

-Gaynor Kane

MH12 De openbaring

Winged shadow come to feed
on the ripeness of my lips
vermillion taste of tongue
the blue of my heart
the cries of gulls plaited
in my hair, the candle
is lit for you, but not you alone,
color assumes shape, lifts
it’s bulk from river bed, toothy
with hunger, in this place
brackish, tree dark, every beast
knows my name, say it now,
say it now, by candle
and moon, open window
looking west.

-Peach Delphine

TC12 Eye spy

From within the wall, concrete,
an eye, traces of a face
perhaps a beard, especially
the eye, from within the wall,
silent watching, as if natural
for a room to observe occupant,
no concealing the eye, face
would shift, eye gleaming,
blinking once or twice,
words had no affect, never
grew comforting, after moving
no pictures or hangings nor curtains
on the windows,
all my walls must be smooth
eyeless and empty.
-Peach Delphine

Conversation with Sigmund

So Herr Doktor
what do you see?
Peering through the mist
into my broken dreams,
my ugly fantasies,
my thoughts unspoken.
Your bright eye
inspects my faults,
my empty breasts,
my cold hands,
the lies I whisper
and the truths I swallow,
like ice-cubes,
freezing as they burn.

-Sarah Connor


I thought I knew
Mum and Dad.
I’d known them all my life.

But one night Mum
collapsed as a swan might,
graceful yet leaden.

Dad threw her
over his shoulder.
Not a word was said
as he climbed the
imperial stairs.

I tiptoed up quietly
along creaking landings,
to their bedroom door.

A single ray touched
the wooden floor. So
I placed my eye to spy.

He turned Mum’s left
ear half way round and
then unscrewed her head.

Lifting her battery
on to the bed. He
reached for the charger.

I touched my left ear.
Felt my head
start to turn.

-© Dai Fry 11th November 2020

Eye Spy Revelation

behind your wings
he sees, at last
blood’s splattered note:
‘we watch, because -’
the truth, once told
never unlooked

-Sarah Reeson

Bios and Links

-Terry Chipp

grew up in Thurnscoe and ia now living in Doncaster via Wath Grammar school, Doncaster Art College, Bede College in Durham and 30 years teaching.

He sold his first painting at the Goldthorpe Welfare Hall annual exhibition at the age of 17 and he haven’t stopped painting since.

He escaped the classroom 20 years ago to devote more time to his artwork.  Since then he has set up his own studio in Doncaster, exhibited across the north of England as a member of the Leeds Fine Artists group and had his painting demonstrations featured on the SAA’s Painting and drawing TV channel.  Further afield he has accepted invitations to work with international artists’ groups in Spain, Macedonia, Montenegro and USA where his paintings are held in public and private collections. In 2018 he had a solo exhibition in Warsaw, Poland and a joint exhibition in Germany.

His pictures cover a wide range of styles and subjects from abstract to photo-realism though he frequently returns to his main loves of landscape and people.

Visitors are welcome at his studio in the old Art College on Church View, Doncaster.


Facebook:  Terry Chipp Fine Art Painting


-Marcel Herms

is a Dutch visual artist. He is also one of the two men behind the publishing house Petrichor. Freedom is very important in the visual work of Marcel Herms. In his paintings he can express who he really is in complete freedom. Without the social barriers of everyday life.
There is a strong relationship with music. Like music, Herms’ art is about autonomy, freedom, passion, color and rhythm. You can hear the rhythm of the colors, the rhythm of the brushstrokes, the raging cry of the pencil, the subtle melody of a collage. The figures in his paintings rotate around you in shock, they are heavily abstracted, making it unclear what they are doing. Sometimes they look like people, monsters, children or animals, or something in between. Sometimes they disappear to be replaced immediately or to take on a different guise. The paintings invite the viewer to join this journey. Free-spirited.

He collaborates with many different authors, poets, visual artists and audio artists from around the world and his work is published by many different publishers.

-Jane Dougherty

writes novels, short stories and lots of poems. Among her publications is her first chapbook of poetry, thicker than water. She is also a regular contributor to Visual Verse and the Ekphrastic Review. You can find her on twitter @MJDougherty33 and on her blog

-Peach Delphine

is a queer poet from Tampa, Florida. Infatuated with what remains of the undeveloped Gulf coast. Former cook. Has had poems in Cypress Press, Feral Poetry, IceFloe Press, Petrichor. Can be found on Twitter@Peach Delphine.

-Dai Fry

is a poet living on the south coast of England. Originally from Swansea. Wales was and still is a huge influence on everything. My pen is my brush. Twitter:  



-Susan Darlington

Susan Darlington’s poetry regularly explores the female experience through nature-based symbolism and stories of transformation. It has been published in Fragmented Voices, Algebra Of Owls, Dreams Walking, and Anti-Heroin Chic among others. Her debut collection, ‘Under The Devil’s Moon’, was published by Penniless Press Publications (2015). Follow her @S_sanDarlington    

-Holly York

lives in Atlanta, Georgia with her two large, frightening lapdogs. A PhD in French language and literature, she has retired from teaching French to university students, as well as from fierce competition in martial arts and distance running. She has produced the chapbooks Backwards Through the Rekroy Wen, Scapes, and Postcard Poetry 2020. When she isn’t hard at work writing poems in English, she might be found reading them in French to her long-suffering grandchildren, who don’t yet speak French.

-Gayle J. Greenlea

is an award-winning poet and counselor for survivors of sexual and gender-related violence. Her poem, “Wonderland”, received the Australian Poetry Prod Award in 2011. She shortlisted and longlisted for the Fish Poetry Prize in 2013, and debuted her first novel Zero Gravity at the KGB Literary Bar in Manhattan in 2016. Her work has been published in St. Julian Press, Rebelle Society, A Time to Speak, Astronomy Magazine, Headline Poetry and Press and The Australian Health Review.

-Helen Allison

lives in the North East of Scotland. Her first poetry collection ‘ Tree standing small’ was published in 2018 with Clochoderick Press. Her work has appeared in journals and magazines in print and online and she is working towards a second collection.

-Lydia Wist

Like someone who tries out hats or other samples before making a final decision, experimenting with different ideas and techniques is how Lydia spends some of her time. This allows for other portions of time to speak through the lens of fiction, creative nonfiction and art. You can find her work at Cargo Collective , Lydia Wist Creative and on Twitter @Lydiawist.

Website links:

-Sarah Connor

lives in the wild, wet, south-west of England, surrounded by mud and apple trees. She writes poems to make sense of the world, and would rather weed than wash up.

-sonja benskin mesher

-Liam Stainsby

holds a bachelor in English Literature and Creative Writing and is a secondary school teacher of English and Creative Writing. Liam is currently writing his first, professional collection of poetry entitled Borders that explores poetry from all around the world. Liam also Co-Hosts a movie discussion podcast entitled: The Pick and Mix Podcast. Liam writes under the pseudonym ‘Michael The Poet’ 

Links: WordPress:

Twitter: stainsby_liam

Instagram: Michael The Poet

-Sarah Reeson

is 54, married and a mother of two, who has been writing and telling stories since childhood. Over the last decade she has utilised writing not just as entertainment, but as a means to improve personal communication skills. That process unexpectedly uncovered increasingly difficult and unpleasant feelings, many forgotten for decades. Diagnosed as a historic trauma survivor in May 2019, Mental health issues had previously hindered the entirety of her adult life: the shift into writing as expression and part of a larger journey into self-awareness began to slowly unwind for her from the past, providing inspiration and focus for a late career change as a multidisciplined artist.


-Gaynor Kane

is a Northern Irish poet from Belfast. She has two poetry pamphlets, and a full collection, from Hedgehog Poetry Press, they are Circling the Sun, Memory Forest and Venus in pink marble (2018, 2019 and Summer 2020 respectively). She is co-author, along with Karen Mooney, of Penned In a poetry pamphlet written in response to the pandemic and due for release 30th November 2020.  Follow her on Twitter @gaynorkane or read more at

Anindita Sengupta

is the author of Walk Like Monsters (Paperwall, 2016) and City of Water (Sahitya Akademi, 2010). Her work has appeared in anthologies and journals such as Plume, 580 Split, One and Breakwater Review. She is Contributing Editor, Poetry, at Barren Magazine. She has received fellowships and awards from the Charles Wallace Trust India, the International Reporting Project, TFA India and Muse India. She currently lives in Los Angeles, California. Her website is 

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