Brutal is the Garden
Brutal is
the garden.
Roses die
bewildered.
Mirrors break
where they stand.
Their shards
scatter
like knives.
Grief is
a sharpened
war cry
let loose
in the valley
of echoes.
A violent crop.
The map
of hope is
overlaid with
a thousand
nameless
wounds.
Brutal is
the payback.
Brutal are
the hybrid songs.
Over and over
the fruits rot.
And their seeds
tremble
in Paradise lost.
- © Heather Ellyard 2021
Heather Ellyard (HSE) is an artist/poet, born and educated in Boston USA who migrated to Australia, and became a citizen in 1985. She has held 30 solo exhibitions, nationally, and is collected publically in the NGA, the AGSA, the Federal Parliament House, the Jewish Museum of Australia etc. She has published essays in national Art Magazines and Art Books, and in Constellations Journal of Poetry USA. She was a Finalist in the Blake Prize for Art 3 times, and in the Blake Poetry Prize in 2020. She currently lives among the granites in Central Victoria.
1 comment:
What a beautiful poem
She is a beautiful wordsmith and I know her to be a beautiful visual artist as well
I am one who is inspired by anybody who can create synergism between the these two genres and she does this magnificently .
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