One thing I do quite often is to make collages or small artworks inspired by my own poems. Here is one I made earlier today for the poem below:
The Cultural Inheritance of my Hypothetical Granddaughter
Yellow butterflies drink salt from your tears,
drain your colours to monochrome.
Silence white margins your words
to endless winter.
Stillness so deep you can hear clouds
transmute to diamonds.
Check your shoes for black scorpions –
belief in Armageddon is self-fulfilling.
An end to all colour.
Yellow butterflies drink salt from your tears,
drain your colours to monochrome.
Silence white margins your words
to endless winter.
Stillness so deep you can hear clouds
transmute to diamonds.
Check your shoes for black scorpions –
belief in Armageddon is self-fulfilling.
An end to all colour.
2 comments:
i love your poem...and the butterfly is gorgeous!
Very nice!
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