we journey, a field of voices
emanating from the golden
earth, the sky pulling, lifting
the sounds into light, lifting
the wings of birds into voices
calling within a chorus of golden
majesty, the songs writ golden
on the beckoning horizon, lifting
the weight of history with voices
echoing voices—golden, hearts lifting
A tritina, for Sue Vincent’s photo prompt, above, and Jane Dougherty’s new weekly challenge. Jane featured a work from poet Francis Ledwidge, asking us to choose 3 words from his poem for Thomas McDonagh as the 3 words featured in a tritina. I chose voices, golden, and lifting.
I used metallic paint in my watercolor, but the light was not right to reflect it when I photographed it from above. I think the angled shot works well with the words as well as holding on better to the light.
I’m so happy to see Jane’s challenge has been revived–my discovery of it was a real stimulus for seriously writing poetry and using my art in conjunction with it, not to mention connecting me with many WordPress friends. And she always finds interesting art and words! I was trying to find the first one of her challenges I did, and I think it may be this one, which was part of a back-and-forth of art between my co-blogger on MethodTwoMadness, Nina, and me. Nina works in a medical office so is on the front lines so to speak. I miss her art, but applaud her, and all those working to keep us going in these uncertain times, for their important work.
I did not consult the Oracle yet today, but she was definitely looking over my shoulder for this one…
‘lifting the weight of history with voices’
I love that phrase! Wings, fields of voices, lifting, the sky pulling—such an uplifting litany.
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This is gorgeous, Kerfe.
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Thanks Robbie. Sue and Jane are always good inspiration.
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Beautiful artwork and poem, Kerfe. So hopeful. ❤
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Thanks Diana.
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Well met for both challenges, Kerfe.
This sequence is truly inspiring:
“calling within a chorus of golden // majesty, the songs writ golden”
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Thanks Ken. This whole poem truly came from another place.
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Wings, golden voices–ah, this is glorious, Kerfe. Yes, I think the Oracle was whispering, too.
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She was. She knows what our spirits need.
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I don’t believe in oracles. I believe in the inspiration coming right out of your head at a time when this message means a lot. I feel you are representing humanity here and all our voices, doing our part in a world that has seen the same things come and go so often and yet somehow we persevere. Wonderful poem. And art.
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Thanks Claudia. I always appreciate your supportive words. (K)
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I can’t pick a favourite line from this one, Kerfe. You have captured magic in both words and artwork.
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Thanks Sue. A great photo, as always.
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Thanks Sue!
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Beautiful image as well as words. As so often you accomplish!
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Thanks Bela. I hope you are well.
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I am well, thanks Kerfe. Hope the same for you and yours!
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Gorgeous artwork and your tristina is beautiful, K.
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Thanks Jade. I’m glad Jane reminded me of it–it’s a lovely form.
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You’re welcome.
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