Mi musa,
you dance magic alive
in the misty distances
of head and heart.
Electric body sparking illusions,
you conjure mirage upon mirage,
thirsty hungry ghosts and
hauntings beyond imagining.
Mi musa,
Limbs distorted by deep waters
of hurt and ecstasy,
you dance the dreaming,
conjuring shadow plays, mischievous
spirits and bright sprites
who weave light into visions
of the sighting of land.
Mi musa,
dancing magic alive
you translate winter
into southern skin, heavy with heat,
and with an easy glance
conjure hammocks,
chilled wine and the impossible intimacy
of the chance of touch.
Poem and drawing by clinock. Drawing: Conte on paper. 18″ x 24″. 2013. (Click on image for enlarged detail).
Beautiful!
Thank you blueangelwolf – what a great name you have adopted…
Wow! This is amazing! Your poetry gets inside me and speaks to me, and the drawing is extremely powerful, full of emotional pull. Thank you for sharing this fabulous work!
Thank you Carl for your generous words. Not being entirely satisfied with the original poem, I rewrote and re-published it. Hope you like the revised version…
Wowsah! It’s been quite some time since I’ve had a muse…sigh.
Dear Kathleen – you do have a muse – so obvious and shining through all of your art, writings and faith…
John my friend, you are totally rocking this “muss” series. Love this image. I found myself staring at it for a long time. There is so much wonderful subtleties about this piece that pay off with repeated and extended viewing. Keep up the great work.
Thank you Terry, your words truly inspire me – we all keep on truckin’…
Your muse was good to you today!
Thank you CC – yes she was, and I hope yours was also…
John your poem is woven so perfectly through this rythmic and powerful artwork. Well done.
Many true thanks Robert. Since your reading I have rewritten and re-published the poem – hope you like the revised version as much.
Those magic sensual and alluring moves come very alive through the colours of your drawing and the lines of the poem, John. Winter translated with so much revealed in translation…
You see so clearly Ese – your lovely comment is greatly appreciated…
Your musa beautifully emerges from a dark dream…
Agree with Terry! Wonderful series, John!
As your words beautifully emerge on my screen – many thanks Marina…
Great work!
Thank you Ina…
Wow…I could sure use a little of your Musa once in a while.
I think you have a particularly special muse of your own Hansi but I’m sharing in spirit…
This is the one I like least in this lovely series John because it feels more nightmarish than the others.. I feel it should be dreamy and erotic but it doesn’t work for me as it’s too dark, but maybe that was your intention?
Helen – See my reply to you for #5. My art needs to accept and love the shadow land as much as the bright groves of Arcadia…thank you for your always thoughtful observations.