Pencil noir #3

clinock:

You may have met Jana through my BLOG TOUR post and her response. Jana is an explorer of who we are and why, in poetry, art and brilliant writing. I loved her textual self-portrait and couldn’t resist sharing it here. Visit Jana’s blog, ‘Poetry of Light’ and enjoy her other amazing work.

Originally posted on Poetry of Light:

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edgy consonants

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pencil drawing and poem : j.h.white

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Baptismos.

entering

Whispers answered

from behind the veil.

Invitations to dance

accepted.

Absorbed in blue

succulent wetness,

entering

deep rooms of warm release.

 

Dissolved in wonder,

confirmed by touch,

embraced with namelessness,

diving into light,

drowning

in the confluence,

moisture and flesh,

sliding into rebirth.

 

Painting and Poem by clinock.

Another Full Moon.

full_moon_dreamsFull moon rising,

your red dress ripped,

my arms and legs torn

by brambles,

cyphers of blood

writing our story.

 

Deep orange

flooding through veins.

Volcanic passage

erupting

across forests

in which we lay down.

 

Lunatics,

our bodies gone,

lost to the full moon,

unable to breath,

struggling

to hold on to us.

 

Deep power

pouring from night.

The stars are singing

through our reaching flesh

as we touch

the trembling sky.

 

We are lost

with the lost moths,

battering their wings

against the burning

illusion

of eternal light.

 

 Moon image courtesy of Google Images. / Poem by clinock.

Magical Forest

magic forestmagical forest

blossoming through yielding touch

coming in colours

 

canopy caressed

rising wood adheres to hand

viscous sap flowing

 

thrusting branches stroke

pigmented liquids flooding

sensuality

 

rooting and seeding

treetops sway and dreams are born

sylvan mystery

Photo and haiku by clinock

The Lion Cometh – 5 – The Narnia Boys (Redux)

narnia lion_aslan_“Aslan is the main character of C. S. Lewis‘s  The Chronicles of Narnia series. He is “the great Lion” of The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe and his role in Narnia is developed throughout the remaining books.  Aslan is Turkish for “lion”. He is depicted as lord of Narnia; a wise, compassionate, magical authority (both temporal and spiritual); a mysterious and benevolent guide to the human children who visit; guardian and savior of Narnia.

fire_lion_by_alex_barreraThroughout the series, it is stated that Aslan is “not a tame lion,” since, despite his gentle and loving nature, he is powerful and can be dangerous.”  …Wikipedia.

ScholasticNarnia“The Chronicles of Narnia” is a series of seven novels by C. S. Lewis. It is considered a classic of children’s literature and is the author’s best-known work, having sold over 100 million copies in 47 languages. Written by Lewis between 1949 and 1954, illustrated by Pauline Baynes and originally published in London between October 1950 and March 1956, The Chronicles of Narnia has been adapted several times, complete or in part, for radio, television, the stage, and film.” … Wikipedia.

My two sons, Sam and Jesse, attended a summer camp with the Narnia theme from their younger years until they were teens. It was another home to them and helped to make them who they are today. The camp was not based on the Christian aspect of Lewis’ books but on the magic of the stories and a caring for the Earth and of each other.

dis_aslan-edmundAfter the camp closed in 2006 Sam, my eldest, worked together with other past camp members to resurrect the idea and spirit of Camp Narnia – a huge task but now successful. The camp’s site is:   http://campnarnia.blogspot.ca/

The books and the camp experiences meant, and still mean, so much to my boys that I wanted to use this final post in my Lion series to celebrate Aslan, the magic of Narnia and Sam and Jesse, cubs once and a pride always of their Leo dad.

Sam and JesseWhen you first met Aslan

you were my cubs,

but now you are proud

and grown, strong lions

roaming the plains

and jungles of your lives.

My love for you

stretches far beyond

a fairy tale

into another realm of magic

where you brought meaning

and miracles

to this ragged cat

who cannot be Aslan

but can be real for you

in a challenging world

where winter is never far,

evil still holds court

and Turkish Delight

will rot your teeth.

But this I know,

you both possess the power

of wonder, passion,

humanity and humour,

to transport you through

the portal of dark wardrobes

to the lamp-post’s light.

You both possess the power

to change ice to summer,

face evil with compassion,

exchange doubt for hope

and roam the plains

and jungles of your lives

with gentle strength

and an understanding

of the earth and all its spirits.

You have a wild beauty,

my sons,

that lives deeply in my heart

and touches everyone you meet

with love.

For my boys and their loves.

For you, love… you know who you are.

For all lovers everywhere

and for Love itself.

This series of posts are a repeat celebration of my astrological sun sign, Leo, in  words, images and music…Please see #1 for more detail.

Footnote as of 29 July 2014: Interestingly this particular post has more often than not appeared in my Top Posts and Pages sidebar since it was first published a year ago. I can only think that many people are attracted by the Narnia stories and also, maybe considering sending their children to Sam’s summer camp. This year’s camp is happening as I write with a greater attendance than ever. If your children are there, or if you are thinking of enrolling them next year, I hope that this post gives you confidence that your sons or daughters will be safe, cared for and filled with wonder and magical experiences. I welcome any responses if this applies to you.

Poem and photo of sons by clinock / Images: Aslan in snow, thanks to http://www.free-wallpaper.eu / Fire Lion thanks to Alex Barrera, http://www.kootation.com / Lion and boy thanks to http://www.narnia.wikia.com /

The Lion Cometh – 3 – (Redux)

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In the wide savannah of my dreaming,

across the tangled jungles of my years,

I yawn through ancient hungry teeth

shaking the sultry sky with my voice,

filling the scorched air with bloody breath.

 

I stretch and scratch and roll

in fractured mud and satisfying dust,

my rippled spine crushing a thousand flies,

my knotted mane sweeping hot earth

like the ragged fingers of a god.

 

My needs are as simple as the moon;

I eat, sleep, mate and mate some more,

I leave the killing to the women,

they are so fast and sure, while I sleep on,

silhouetted by another setting sun.

This series of posts are a repeat celebration of my astrological sun sign, Leo, in  words, images and music…Please see #1 for more detail.

Poem by clinock / Lion photo with thanks to rapgenius.com / The Lion Sleeps Tonight sung by Lebo M.

 

As a Horse Enters the Room

clinock:

I was left speechless by this exquisite work of text / image / poetry by Steven and am honoured to share it here. Everything Steven performs is worthy of your time and attention so I encourage you to visit him at http://poemimage.wordpress.com

Originally posted on poemimage:

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William Blake lifting and parting silken rays of translucent ecstasy, without a thought to his own gain, rambling upon the aftermath of a village, the merciless beast of empire pressing her breastplate to the ground, and the spewing of milk, unseen, in the clover-scented breeze.

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 William’s words rising upon the feet of a woman, in a tintype portrait, as he drapes her shoulders with blue silk curtains emblazoned with golden script. I would do this all again she thinks, folding the air around his eyes into the mouth of a small, and infinitely glowing, sea creature:

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 The eye of the sun blinking, penetrating her fingertips, rays drifting, a glimmer sinking into the pasture, the sun dipping into a hollow made by sounds, half rolling, half floating to the chants and whispered songs of mothers, the sun warming milk, rolling like a wheel of honey igniting fire in the body…

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