Homage to Rackham and Dulac
We poets like to write of paint, Teach canvasses to talk; Illustrators feel an urge To highlight words with chalk; Magnify the squirming letters Through clear artist's eye; Fix upon the leaf A writer's land, a poet's sky. When first we looked upon a page Below our mother's face, Saw the world of fairytale Through one small square space; As we grew brave to venture Through volumes on our own - Imagination flourished From seeds artists had sown. So in a few poor printed words 'Tis time to give due back To fairy-godfathers of mine: Rackham and Dulac. They blazed a trail into the realm Where Truth meets Fantasy - Prisms beautiful and strange That others, too, might see. Rackham's is a world of dream: Dark, delicate, uncanny. Fathomless each pool of ink, Full of sprites each cranny. Colours distressed: lilac, fawn Pale-scarlet and sage. Lines bewitched: so spirited They must jump from the page. Dulac's noble temperament Gives each form subtle grace; The princess or the monster Love or power in a trace. Colours deep, enchanting: Gold and ebony and teal. The mythic, the folk-loric Living through his zeal. While authors speak for artefacts Or make a statue sing, Illustrators bless the eye And paint the phoenix' wing. Venture into literature Before the world condemns - Capture like a bluebird The writer's fleeting gems. Ruth Asch Ruth Asch is a poet in rare moments when tranquility and inspiration co-incide. She is also the mother of four and sometimes a teacher. Her first book of poems 'Reflections' was published in 2009, and poems since in many journals on and off line such as Inkspill, Meditteranean Poetry, The Bamboo Hut, Poetry Repairs, Poetry Atlas and The Literary Yard.
0 Comments
Your comment will be posted after it is approved.
Leave a Reply. |
The Ekphrastic Review
COOKIES/PRIVACY
This site uses cookies to deliver your best navigation experience this time and next. Continuing here means you consent to cookies. Thank you. Join us on Facebook:
November 2024
|