poemimage

Where text meets image. Where the visual intersects the literary.

Tag: window

My Mother Did Not Speak to Me of Such Things

When I was young and my mother even younger in the history of the world I stood one day looking at the rain outside the window and on the window.

And my mother did not speak to me of rain upon the sculptures at the Hoysaleshvara temple in Halebedu, Karnataka, SW India, carved in the 1200s of the common era. No. She said farmers need the rain.

And my mother did not speak to me of astronauts or ancient astronauts or vimanas sailing through rain and cloud. No. She said farmers need the rain.

And I believed her. I had no reason to not believe my mother speaking of rain.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vimana

The World Screened by John Oughton

4

The world through your window

is screened into rows of tiny cubes 

new 61

that means we can remake

the world by shifting them

11

a pure pane of sky shines

from the pine’s arthritic roots

new c

the library is strewn along the walk

which itself winds over

2

branches, bedrooms. Shadows of things start

elsewhere and cross where they might be cloud

new w

the pedestrian’s two left eyes

regard the sun strolling on her leash

15

as they move cube by cube over the clear blue lawn

her heart is (not is like) a bird

xzx

The World Screened was previously published in Time Slip (Guernica Editions, 2010). John Oughton is a Toronto poet with five books published, and a professor at Centennial College.

rrrrrI wanted to capture the sense of real/unreal within this poem’s surrealism. The piano motif relates to background music, or a composition, in which the poem seems to move… I juxtaposed pictorial elements playing off the poem’s (in part) bright, Miro-like mood as well as the more subtly expressed romantic, melancholy yearnings.