Friday, May 9, 2014

Sheaves



Flowers are blood bloom eyes.
Flowers are the eyes of God.
Flowers are the wounds of Christ;
their stems, the cross he hung upon.


Fruits by Seraphine Louis pintora naif francesa


Fruit is famine in the basket.
Fruit is rot wound round a seed.
Fruit is still life till I've passed it;
then it splits sweet and clings to me.




Trees are trysts between the leaves.
Leaves are gossips in the wind.
Wind's the hymn the angels sing
to sheave the screaming in.


Over at Real Toads, Fireblossom has us working with the art of Seraphine Louis.

21 comments:

razzamadazzle said...

Love this. The structure really contrasts with the words. Very powerful.

Susan said...

I recall the last verse of the song:

"Going forth with weeping, sowing for the Master,
Though the loss sustained our spirit often grieves;
When our weeping’s over, He will bid us welcome,
We shall come rejoicing, bringing in the sheaves."

I didn't see the pain at first, but your images convince me, turn the silences inside out. A few other poems today did that too: Sumana's and Fireblossom's, among others.

Fireblossom said...

I'm not sure which stanza is the most powerful, but mercy, they all pack a serious and uncomfortable punch. till, I think the first stanza is my favorite. There really IS something disturbing in her images, beautiful though they are. They remind me a little bit of the cats painted by the mentally ill artist (whose name escapes me) whose fur became steadily more pointed and savage looking as his illness went on. It's easier to disguise that with plants, but see something of the same in these. Sounds like you do, too.

Fireblossom said...

Louis Wain was the cat artist I mentioned.

Buddah Moskowitz said...

Great images and I liked the perspective taken.

hedgewitch said...

This sort of embodies my own reaction to religion gone wrong,(as it so often seems to do) and the seeds of mental illness that are sown and harvested in its wake--your last stanza really does catch up with the grue in these superficially beautiful, deeply disturbing images.

Sherry Blue Sky said...

This is a powerful write, MZ......each one just so good. The last stanza is truly spectacular. Wow.

Sumana Roy said...

love them all but the first one speaks of her life so well about her
inspirations, her worth and her deep
wounds...

Brian Miller said...

really some striking lines in this...the wind as the hymns...the stems of the flowers as the cross...good stuff mz

kaykuala said...

Beautifully crafted MZ! Smooth flow in keeping with the great pics of the artist!

Hank

Kerry O'Connor said...

You sum up the weird sort of uncomfortable inherent in these paintings. I especially applaud the fruity one: fruit is the rot wrapped round the seed.. Wow!

Susie Clevenger said...

I think the last one speaks to me the loudest...It speaks to me on a personal level. Instead of trees it was pews I sat in. Brilliant voice for each painting.

Gail said...

"...fruit is still life till I've passed it..."

Love it all.

december cornucopia said...

I love the third, especially:

"Trees are trysts between the leaves.
Leaves are gossips in the wind."

Sioux said...

"Fruit is rot wound round a seed" is a brilliant line, along with "Trees are trysts between the leaves."

"...sheave the screaming in." I need to stop quoting, or I'll be copying and pasting the whole thing.

Have a great Mother's Day tomorrow.

Margaret said...

Absolutely fantastic trio! I know everyone is seeing sadness and or madness in these images - and reading her history I do too - but I wonder if I just took them as is - not knowing the background - would I see something different?

"blood bloom eyes" "rot wound round" "Leaves are gossips in the wind"… you never cease to amaze me.

Lorraine Renaud said...

well hell that's quite the image...your words just paralyzes me

Grandmother (Mary) said...

Seeing the world through the eyes of a mind unhinged is unsettling; you've captured that here amazingly well.

Helen said...

So powerful, your words actually brought me to tears.

grapeling said...

gorgeous, haunting. just amazing. ~

my heart's love songs said...

to repeat others, this is very powerful, MZ. you really conveyed the madness which tinges Seraphine's paintings.