I am away on a field trip later this morning that will feed the imagination of students participating in a Creative Ireland project. It is a collaboration between a ceramacist and me,my role being heritage background on place and natural heritage(trees and rocks), as well as some creative writing on both subjects. Museums fill the creative well. When it came to poetry practice this morning I turned to photos taken on my Scotland trip the first week in May. One artist, Ross Hamilton Frew, in an exhibit in Glasgow’s Lighthouse, accompanied his visual art with haiku. The opening line was “Outside My Room.” So I write a series of haiku and a tanka, using that as the opening line.
Outside my room
The world is a play of light
Chiarascuro
Outside my room
Is a still and green jungle
Burgeoning summer
Outside my room
Bees sup on mallow’s nectar
The world continues
Outside my room
Is much like inside my room
Alive, untidy
We each have certain passions
That breach the boundary walls
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The original artwork that sparked this morning’s poetry practice.
The featured image today is a snap I took in the library of Skail Home Farm at Skara Brae, Scotland.
