Hello and Happy Poetry Friday! Be sure to visit Ruth at There is no such thing as a godforsaken town for Roundup.
It's an especially happy Poetry Friday because I'm at NCTE! Yay! More on that later. For now, I offer you a new ArtSpeak: FOLK ART poem. This one is inspired by a piece by 20th Century Florida folk artist Earl Cunningham, whose work can be seen at the Smithsonian. It took me a while to find my poem. Thanks so much for reading.
Sunset Point
When you returned
I was like a harbor welcoming a fleet of ships
each one flying crisp blue sails against marmalade sky and melting-butter sun
A whole ocean of boats and sails and fisherfolk hauling in their nets and a thousand birds crying you're home
When you returned
I was like a harbor welcoming a fleet of ships
each one flying crisp blue sails against marmalade sky and melting-butter sun
A whole ocean of boats and sails and fisherfolk hauling in their nets and a thousand birds crying you're home
- Irene Latham
Oh that marmalade sky! Looking forward to seeing you today at some point!
ReplyDeleteThat's lovely...I'm partial to melting-butter sun. I have a thing for the sun.
ReplyDeleteIrene, such a welcome home. Your poem, inspired by Earl Cunningham's painting is an ekhprastic poem with real presence. A fine balance of words descriptive and inviting. Enjoy NCTE.
ReplyDeleteA melting-butter sun...swoon! Have fun at NCTE.
ReplyDeleteI love the simile and the whole-hearted celebration of each gorgeous detail and the final culmination of "you're home!" Wonderful!
ReplyDeleteMarmalade sky and melting-butter sun - wow! Wishing you the best at NCTE. It's always such a fun place to see old and new friends.
ReplyDeleteThe current of emotion is this one is far deeper than your average harbor. The longing laps at the shore.
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