Day Ten. Special January Ekphrastic Challenge Jan 7th to February 6th. Please join writers Merril D Smith, Jim The Poet, Holly York, Angi Plant, Michael Dickel, Joy Fleming, Hilary Otto, Godefroy Dronsart, Alan Gary Smith, Redcat, and myself as we respond to the remarkable art of Chris O’Connor, Marcel Herms and Kerfe Roig and others to arrive in the coming weeks. Saturday.

January 16th

handeye_KR16

-Kerfe Roig “handeye”

ik onttrek mij, mixed media on paper, 23,7 x 30,3 cm, 2020 MH16

-Marcel Herms “ik onttrek mij”

CO16

-Chris O’Connor

KR16 Hand Eye
Frantic movement revealed a rabbits panicky hopping
“I’m late”, but who is on time we can ask, who holds
the key to the door of reality? No not Alice. No wonder
in any land exists, no gardens, just a flower and a butterfly’
What happened where did the world go? “Mr Rabbit, do you
know?” Whose hand destroyed it all and saw it all?
Ordained to be crushed once and then all shall rise again.
“Is that why you are in a hurry Mr Rabbit?”
“You shall not be late if you are prepared”.
The bird gives sign of the light and the heart shines bright
and when love is true and right the hand is strong and
The eye clear and straight in sight.

MH16
In distance space we are safe,
transcending cult of isolation
each swimming in its own orbit
each creating its own divine music
no fumes but darkness visible
a power unseen yet felt in spheres
a flight to unmeasured distances
from dust to particles to form again
and all be matter formed in spirit same
eternity infinity forever in domain
love is pure love supreme love is life
from chaos to order from war to peace
no blame in the celestial affair or game.

CO16
Preparing a face
to meet another with grace
evil spoils beauty

-Anjum Wasim Dar

The Seers Palm

Every time you look at me you glance
At your hand and I imagine
That in the centre is an eye
Because you say the same thing
I see in an all knowing way
Generally you don’t see, but it’s said
The expected comment to pretend at
Listening to what’s being said
Instead of what you want it to mean.
A shell described becomes a butterfly
A key a lop eared rabbit and so on
Until my heart says why share the acorns
That grow into truth trees
Or rose bushes that hold thorns
And not everything is neatly packaged
As a diamond ring
The sky doesn’t only hold pretty birds
Or the sky hold only sunshine.
All is a mix , unpicked threads that make
Something different or new
You see imperfections, ruins
Rusty keys, thorny flowers, cold nights
I look for both sides neat and messy
Both bring their gifts making up a new
Pattern in my palm to see the world
In colours swirling in my palm.
As I watch the moon shine and stars
Vie for place in the palm of the sky.

Charm bracelet (KR16)


Around my wrist is a dotted line.
Here I hold my charms, stitched
to my fingers. They bring me luck,
in rose quartz and shell, and all
the earth’s bounty is held in my hand.
I watch over my charms with the unblinking
eye in my palm. I will place my hand
on your body as a blessing; run the key
of my finger over your skin until it opens.

=Aisla Crawley

-Hilary Otto

KR16 Hand Eye

Frantic movement revealed a rabbits panicky hopping
“I’m late”, but who is on time we can ask, who holds
the key to the door of reality? No not Alice. No wonder
in any land exists, no gardens, just a flower and a butterfly’
What happened where did the world go? “Mr Rabbit, do you
know?” Whose hand destroyed it all and saw it all?
Ordained to be crushed once and then all shall rise again.
“Is that why you are in a hurry Mr Rabbit?”
“You shall not be late if you are prepared”.
The bird gives sign of the light and the heart shines bright
and when love is true and right the hand is strong and
The eye clear and straight in sight.

MH16

In distance space we are safe,
transcending cult of isolation
each swimming in its own orbit
each creating its own divine music
no fumes but darkness visible
a power unseen yet felt in spheres
a flight to unmeasured distances
from dust to particles to form again
and all be matter formed in spirit same
eternity infinity forever in domain
love is pure love supreme love is life
from chaos to order from war to peace
no blame in the celestial affair or game.

CO16

Preparing a face
to meet another with grace
evil spoils beauty

-Anjum Wasim Dar

Responding to CO16 and “Handeye” KR16

Just Over There

These fuzzy-brained days–
I’m a hand-puppet, waiting for direction,
a sense of what to do, which way to go
some sense at all
to my sensibility—magical realism it may be
when the surreal is real
in this inside-out and upside-down world—where is the key
to unlock it?

Somewhere, a butterfly flutters, and the world shudders;
Somewhere a rabbit hops, escaping a predator, or setting off a bomb.
Crow caws, and I open my eyes,
there is light, crystalline bright—
just over there. See?

-Merril D Smith

Ik onttrek mij– (code MH16)

Goodbye.
Why the questions ?
I have my reasons
Please accept.

You have everything you need.
You will not miss me.
I will leave no gap.
I am not going anywhere.

Withdrawal will not affect.
Hello.

15,Ja,2021 for the sixteenth of.
-Alan Gary Smith, inspired by Paul Brookes and the painter Marcel Herms.

KR16

Hand-eye Coordination

The evil eye, the left one of course,
has fixed us for so long in its curse
that we need more than a left-handed hamsa
to free us. So here is a whole handful
of charms. On the thumb, cowrie shell
for wealth and eternal feminine.
The pinky offers transformation
with golden acorn and blue butterfly.
On ring and middle fingers, love:
rose and heart, rabbit for fertility.
Index finger brings the secret key.
Sewn-in redundance to counteract
the crow on its high diamond perch.
All stitched together with care,
but there are loose threads. Beware!

-Holly York

MH15

Serpentine world becoming venomous
day by day night by night
real it is in cruelty, abuse by torture loud,
ignoring it where can one go?
poisonous virus is everywhere, hidden
ready to pounce and bite,
forever ? Or make efforts to make it better?

KR15

No do not lose hope
restless inner eye seeks peace
groans with pains untold

CO15

Cities bloody, dying citizens
surging death, all round and red
breathless, nothing green helps
whither lakes forests? Life ends
on ground and space shaking, empty
silent grotesque, houses look as graves
who rules ? who kills? Who saves?

-Anjum Wasim Dar

Bios And Links

-Kerfe Roig

A resident of New York City, Kerfe Roig enjoys transforming words and images into something new.  Her poetry and art have been featured online by Right Hand Pointing, Silver Birch Press, Yellow Chair Review, The song is…, Pure Haiku, Visual Verse, The Light Ekphrastic, Scribe Base, The Zen Space, and The Wild Word, and published in Ella@100, Incandescent Mind, Pea River Journal, Fiction International: Fool, Noctua Review, The Raw Art Review, and several Nature Inspired anthologies. Follow her explorations on her blogs, https://methodtwomadness.wordpress.com/  (which she does with her friend Nina), and https://kblog.blog/, and see more of her work on her website http://kerferoig.com/

-Christine O’Connor

is an artist working in glass, metal, fibre and paint. Sometimes her work is based on photographs, but more often, she creates in the moment. She loves to play with texture and colour.

-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.

www.marcelherms.nl

www.uitgeverijpetrichor.nl

=Redcat

RedCat’s love for music and dance sings clearly in The Poet’s Symphony (Raw Earth Ink, 2020). Passion for rhythms and rhymes, syllabic feets and metres. All born out of childhood and adolescence spent reading, singing, dancing and acting.

Her writing spans love, life, mythology, environment, depression and surviving trauma.

Originally from the deep woods, this fiery redhead now makes home in Stockholm, Sweden, where you might normally run into her dancing the night away in one of the city’s techno clubs.

Read more at redcat.wordpress.com

-Merril D Smith

is a historian and poet. She lives in southern New Jersey, where she is inspired by her walks along the Delaware River. She’s the author of several books on history, gender, and sexuality. Her poetry has been published in journals and anthologies, including Black Bough Poetry, Nightingale and Sparrow, Anti-Heroin Chic, and Fevers of the Mind.

-Godefroy Dronsart

is a writer, teacher, and musician currently residing near Paris. His poetry has appeared in Lunar Poetry, PostBLANK, Paris Lit Up, The Belleville Park Pages, and Twin Pies Literary among others. His first chapbook, “The Manual” (Sweat Drenched Press, 2020), explores the space between poetry, prose, and gamebooks. He has a sweet tooth for all things experimental, modernist, and strange. Follow him on Twitter and his Bandcamp for electronic explorations.

-Joy Fleming

Born in County Down, Joy has studied, mothered and worked in Scotland since 1980. Brief excursions to follow her heart, back to NI mid-1990’s and England for first round Covid-lockdown ’19, Joy is currently back living in Glasgow. Joy’s first poem was accepted as part of the C. S. Lewis themed Poetry Jukebox curation A Deeper Country in Belfast in 2019. This poem, Ricochet was published in The Poets’ Republic Issue 8 Autumn 2020. A love of reading poetry is now accompanied by sporadic writing of poetic lines which spill out as an apparent by-product of processing dark and sorrowful days.   

-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.

-Alan Gary Smith

A Lincolnshire Ludensian living in Grimsby who built up his poetic stance after visiting Doncaster and Mexborough during his real ale and comedic music searches. Surprised to find a recent DNA check leaned heavily towards being a strong mix of Scottish, East Yorkshire and Lincolnshire. A sixty year old baldy who loves Julie, astronomy and chocolate; after giving up on football and telly.

-Hilary Otto

is an English poet based in Barcelona. Her work has featured in Popshot, Black Bough Poetry, AIOTB, Ink, Sweat and Tears, and The Blue Nib, among other publications. She received her first Pushcart Prize Nomination and performed at the Cheltenham Poetry Festival. She tweets at @hilaryotto

-Jim young

 is an old poet living in Mumbles on The Gower. He does most of his writing from his beach hut at Rotherslade – still waiting for the blue plaque

Anjum Wasim Dar was born in Srinagar (Indian Occupied )Kashmir, She is a migrant Pakistani.Educated at
St Anne’s Presentation Convent Rawalpindi she has a Masters degree  in English Literature and  History (
Ancient Indo-Pak  Elective) CPE Cert.of Proficiency in English from Cambridge
UK. , a Diploma in TEFL from AIOU Open Uni. Islamabad Pakistan. She has been writing poems,

 articles and stories since 1980.A published  poet Anjum was awarded  Poet of Merit Bronze Medal in  2000 by ISP International Society of Poets and poetry.com USA .

She has worked as Creative Writer at Channel 7 Adv. Company Islamabad, and as a Teacher Educator for  Fauji Foundation Education Network Inservice Teachers  

Educational Consultant by Profession. 

Author of 3 Adventure Novels (Series) Fiction..

2 thoughts on “Day Ten. Special January Ekphrastic Challenge Jan 7th to February 6th. Please join writers Merril D Smith, Jim The Poet, Holly York, Angi Plant, Michael Dickel, Joy Fleming, Hilary Otto, Godefroy Dronsart, Alan Gary Smith, Redcat, and myself as we respond to the remarkable art of Chris O’Connor, Marcel Herms and Kerfe Roig and others to arrive in the coming weeks. Saturday.

  1. Pingback: Day Ten: Ekphrastic Challenge – Yesterday and today: Merril's historical musings

  2. Reblogged this on method two madness and commented:
    I’m one of the featured ekphrastic artists at The Wombwell Rainbow this month. Merril Smith is one of the featured poets. My thanks to Paul Brookes for his support of both art and poetry and the interactions between them

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