For Cornflowers to Sing Blue must be stolen. There must be purple plums, cherries, telling us blue insists on the flower. The silence of the jar must be the centre which grows the painting, Unlatches stillness, resists composition, detonates the seasons. For cornflowers to sing each line must scar its making. There must be light and the idea of a window. In each fold of creamy linen, blue corners crouching under the table. For cornflowers to sing they must be fallen. Blue slalom. White grave of the table. Susan Fealy This poem was inspired by Brett Whiteley's Still Life With Cornflowers. The image above is a placeholder. Click here to see the painting. Susan Fealy: "I am a Melbourne-based poet and clinical psychologist whose love for the visual arts sometimes finds shape in ekphrastic poems. My poems have been published widely in Australian journals and anthologies, appearing in Best Australian Poems in 2009, 2010, 2013 and 2017. Others have appeared in the United States, Sweden and India. My first collection Flute of Milk (University of Western Australia Press, 2017) won the Wesley Michel Wright Prize and shortlisted for two other literary awards. In 2017 presented on Ekphrastic poetry (one of an international panel) at Poetry on the Move, Annual Conference of the International Poetry Studies Institute, University of Canberra."
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