The Witch (2021)
Mixed Media
A found poem. Found poetry was something I used to do as a kid all the time and I have been enjoying picking it up again over recent years. It’s recycled words – chopping up and borrowing text from different sources such as articles, newspapers etc. and the “found” lines are then reassembled to make a new poem, art, or collage. It’s an extremely mindful project.
I prefer to pick out from multiple sources and at random and often, it feels like the assembly and outcome is prophetic. In that manner, it becomes a form of automatism, a technique employed by early Surrealist painters and poets, that helps express the creative force of the unconscious in art. This particular one from 2021 felt like kismet, a nudge to let a particular thought go and I did.
Poetry
(i)
toss your world to the air
dance the seven veils
to snakes that coil and hiss
stare back through topaz and amethysts
speak with your shadow
lay charms, cast spells
then in amber glow
burn it down and build anew
with childlike wonder
watch it bloom
(ii)
thoughts are spiritual middens
behind
two eyes
of cerulean blue
pulse points
Iock limbs
apotropaic tangles
heady windfalls of
jasmin, bergamot, oud
sighs and incantations
champagne lips
hiss come-hither
whispers are sacrosanct
for now
(iii)
that scent
paralysed by recollection
red wine fangs
knock it back
see your face
youth and prime
I still read your star sign
(iv)
the summer triangle
dusk haze
heat and night vision
indulgent
shun milk for cream
embers and
asterisms
Your face only appears in dreams
(v)
this heart
with laws on love
and body
set at its own pace
seconds are precious jewels
on each day’s crown
not willing to tolerate false idols
the mawkish, the insincere
the irrelevant
she continues to put bellow to embers
to graft
to learn, to cultivate
to celebrate
to give, forgive, to embrace
till it is effortless
like a nocturnal orgasm
a silent firework within a dream
finding pleasure
without performing
gamayun on an east coast island
close to paradise
pockets filled with prophecies
spreading her wings
for surety of self is a sure thing.
How Not To Be Perfect (2021)
Mixed Media, collage
Miriam Morris is an Irish photographer, writer and artist living in Scotland. She works in both analogue and digital photography as well as mixed media. She is also a PR consultant, promoting arts and culture across Scotland and internationally.
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