Object-ional Poetry

 

Today we were inspired by two objects that one of our poets brought into Artsenta. These found objects are special to him and through their presence and the naming of the objects, have become works of art in their own right. The above object is named the Blue Knight. Our poets were asked to respond to the objects, to describe them and their emotional response, and to imbue them with their own story. Here are the poems for you to enjoy!

BLUE NIGHT

A song is a book of smiles

brought home at the bend

of the road. The blue

angles of the innocent are

in the drifting cloud standing

like trees in the swinging stars

Golden is the end of this river

lost in the night of my eyes

The never ending circles that plunged

my creaking footstep, the silver 

shadows I threw cast into

the well of listening reeds.

By Edward Genet

TIN SOLDIER

War creeps like slow metal

waves on a field of sand.

Glass blown mansions of

wonder. The birds beating

Heaven, stalled in the full

stop of the grave.

The pen is a prow of

resurrection in the emotion

of an hour.

Dragons of the bedraggled

sprinkled the pavement

in a tinsel of bombs.

The sky is a verse of art.

A towering lift in the 

lilt of freedom.

By Edward Genet

BLACK IS BACK

Can you find

a simple spot

of colour?

elevate dark dreariness

rough time, debt to pay, doubt

When you dress to face new days

bring a fragment

to shatter the black

By Karen Judge

BLUE KNIGHT

Payne's Blue
Shady
Metamorphic
Solid but bouyant
Crust
Slab like
Coloured fossils
Oozing
Imitation of nature
The properties of plastic
The shape of a rock
Hard, yet light
And did I mention
It's industrial stardust?

By Matthew Donn

LANDING GEAR

A keel of a meteor
Heavy
Hard
Cold
Defunct
Destroyed
Shrapnel
Shards of a rocket ship
Molten media
Folding layers
Crevices and cracks
Oxidation
As a word of caution
Be very careful handling lead

By Matthew Donn

LANDING GEAR

If you look at the rock made of lead.

Broken ragged edges, smooth bumps.

The belly of the rock is smooth and flat.

As if it was carefully cut.

I imagine this rock is a tiny geological

piece of land. As waves crash into the rock

(aka the smooth slope of bumps)

deeper into the cold waters

where pressure raises and

darkness closes toward the 

ocean floor. I imagine the ragged

edge is the little life existing among

corals, seaweed and sponges.

Who knows? You could see an

imaginary shipwreck!

By Kirstin