Showing posts with label Pat Hegnauer. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Pat Hegnauer. Show all posts

Monday, March 14, 2011

Poem for Monday


No. 24
-Alyn Carlson
Collage using silkscreened paper, thread and ephemera.

No. 24
-Barbara Schweitzer
Long she had held the image in her head,
able to live shuttered and craven years
because she kept it fueled and safe unsaid,
held near, as far away as unshed tears.
Names written in unfamiliar hands, she
parsed and stored inside as if stolen gems
she might finger in the quiet of sleep,
the one room of dreams she kept clear for him.
While freed prisoners might tell of fierce relief
when cells open and air floats unbound,
for her a straight back chair, an assortment of fruit
became invitation enough for brazen hope
to reposition the earth and uproot
her,  graciously as socks turned inside out,
giving her back to what she was all about.

No. 24
-Pat Hegnauer
Little time to sit in a kitchen
full of canning, baking, and stewing,
teething baby bawling in her cot.
A cook’s heart must cultivate itself
when gardens want water and weeding.

Victuals are a woman’s overlord
demanding measured concentrations.
The table’s a meadow to be plowed,
planted and gathered three times daily
while tuckered men chew, drink, and smoke.

Art and poetry are from the Ekphrasis show now up at the Hera Gallery.
This show is a joint effort between the Hera and The Origami Poetry Project.
The OPP places free tiny books of poetry throughout RI. It's a wonderful
show where words and pictures come together.



Monday, August 23, 2010

Poem for Monday

I tried really hard to embrace the gray this morning. It looks like we're sandwiched between 5 days of rain. I think I'll go for the blue this week. This is a poem my dear of dears, Pat Hegnauer wrote for me when I took her to one of the most beautiful places I know, mid coast Maine. When we have a few summer rainy days in a row, I tend to yearn for Maine's big clear blue skies. Maine resident Eric Hopkins, painter of countless coastal islands there, captures the color and my heart ache for "Vacationland" This painting is called Three Points and more of his work can be found here.
Blueberry Girl
-Pat Hegnauer
The blueberry girl coos
and ruffles her breast to nest
and hatch remembrance
of Grandmother's geography;
maple mountains, cedar seas,
and spiced stands of balsam.

Standing rocky yards away
from the Pemaquid light
she glows bright at eventide,
casts her memory fore and aft
in shadows of the deep rills
and channeled ocean slabs.

She hunts miles on thin roads
for sea-lavender and scallops,
picks lobster from her smile,
bathes in the chamomile stars
cascading down the wide
black northern nights.

Her family bones are tangled
deep in stoney soil and fierce farms,
hunkered on the salty slopes,
and grassy dells patched in forests
greening to the bouldered bays
where inlets wait for tides and sky.