Still Life
(there is some irony here)
Hello friends! Yes, I have moved! You are now visiting my new site at Substack, where I have joined a beautiful community of writers and friends. Substack has invited me in to an inspirational library of writing and art. For you, this change might simply be visual. I will continue sharing my own poetry with you in hopes that you will be provoked or encouraged in some way. I am not sure where this change will lead, but I believe the connection to this community will bless us both.
In honor of change, today I share a poem recently published in
titled “Still Life” (ha ha). The current theme of Clayjar’s volume of poetry is “practice resurrection” and pondering this theme has enriched my Easter season. I pray that this poem may give you a visual and a space to consider one of my favorite psalms.https://clayjar.review/issues/practice-resurrection/still-life
painting by Pieter Claesz
Still Life Psalm 131 she paints a still life— its bowl of golden apples waiting whole on time’s table, in flit and flicker of candle flaming through the pane of a dimmed window; a round loaf risen beneath the days broken beside a scarlet rose limp, woven; and lone daisy, a vase’s grazing of death and life, wound; while at the table’s rim two seashells sound brushed thin with the sands of soft shore and at its core, a pale skull, the careful sockets reminiscent of that gray Golgotha, what is ours. . . so she paints in stilled light beneath the divine life rising above shadows of the illumined table of still beauty and quiet soul.
Lovely! :)