Menhir mein(long)- stone
standing sentinel no runes to work their magic
only a shape a roughness and a contrast
distance adds to darkness what the eye has missed
no accident its heart is black
stone god god-stone
now steeped in stony silences
mnemonic cloistered cloned and lonely.
A fever spreads upon a sea
a scatter cushioning blue pigmented
wind-blown and drifting step
with care they'll carry you these
stepping stones upon a tranquil sea
to dream's epiphany world-weary
knee-worn prayer-torn stone
hassocks tide-assisted sanctity
Amish Kapoor is currently making headlines with five of his works part of this year's Brighton Festival, including one on The South Downs, a huge curved mirror in which viewers may see themselves and the world around them inverted. I don't have a poem for any of those. (Methinks me hears cheers.)
The image above comes from the ever-popular, The Art Book, published by Phaidon in two formats, a fairly hefty coffee table-type edition and a pocket-sized one. I have a copy of the former, which I find indispensable for browsing - and the occasional moment of inspiration, as here.
With this post I am, alas, going off line for a day or two. See you around ere long, when I will do my level best to catch up with any comments etc.