Tuesday, November 29, 2011

the Witch Trees

under deadened skies
black firestroked oak branches
whirl in hollow light

cold silent bells
of lost winter temple
ring, ring, still ring

hollowed in heart,
leaden sun, black amber scar,
fingers wave against

the blackened throat
the monstrous heart

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Blogger Elisabeth said...

Why I wonder do trees such as these evoke images of crazed people, witches, old men, crones and fearful monsters in my mind? Is it that my imagination gets carried away by the black and the white?

Lovely work, Art. Thanks.

11:49 PM  
Blogger David-Glen Smith said...

These are beautiful phrases and morose photographs. Heavy metaphors to carry. Ironically, I posted a series of winter tanka verses a few days ago-- so I feel a strong connection to your work.

7:59 AM  
Blogger Art Durkee said...

Thanks. You can tell what mood i was in yesterday, I suppose. LOL


I think it's the traditional image of the "gnarled old crone," the archetype that we take for witches being as gnarled as old trees. The other things are brought in because they're all things to be feared, in the cultural imagination.


Metaphors, yes. It's the wintermind mood settling in, I guess. The past few days have been heavily clouded, cold, and gloomy. It makes for some beautiful photography sometimes, but it's equally hard on my mood and temper.

Since the surgery this past summer, I have found myself even more susceptible to the weather than I used to be. Sometimes art-making is just self-defense.

I see you're working a lot with tanka lately. I liked the winter moon series. I do see the connection.

9:33 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Lovely. Thank you. I'm so happy to have stumbled upon your blog.

7:42 AM  
Blogger Art Durkee said...

Thanks, and welcome. Very nice to make your acquaintance. :)

3:17 PM  

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