Jesionowski & Eberhardt – Aug. 15
David Eberhardt and Mary Jesionowski traded art and words. Mary shared this image, entitled “Ancient Rites I,” with David:
In response, David wrote this poem:
Death came as you prophesied; it wasn’t that bad!
Remember the times when you fell asleep?
A terrain where you walked, then slid,
A minor death beneath your lids?
You thought you could observe, but you never could!
You gathered final images around:
“Romance has bloomed on stonier ground”?
“Ashes, ashes, we all fall down”.
Paul Atriedes, ocean planets, planets all dune?
Practice by counting your breaths until you get close…
Think yoga, count backwards but you’ll never find out
Door/hidden garden/ “we all fall down”, but
Rehearsing the end, all’s already been said:
In a dream you fell sleeping and then you are dead.
* * * * * *
David shared this poem, inspired by The Blind Girl by John Everett Millais, with Mary:
“Pity the blind,” they say, as well,
“The one eyed man is free” in our kingdom…
At night, regard the flashes behind your lids-
A bow stretched tight against the clouds?
Sister purple in chrome fields- the Queen must die;
From earth to earth we must return;
Your ochre dress, your accordion;
Fourth star out- Eta Carinae.
You cared for me, Mireille, ‘though you were blind-
You did not need to search- I was the restless one..
I tear away- look at the sky you cannot see-
The double rainbow, bright field of wheat.
After a storm, we put the two
Into the cairn, with countless seashells;
Beneath two great stone menhirs/dolmens- in stone rows;
As was our custom for the dead.
Boar mandibles, red deer antlers and we sang:
The four stars arrange themselves against the replicants;
These women were our Gods in dreams.
The butterfly, a “tortoise-shell” that
Landed on her shawl that day.
She sat so still…satori still.
The same fly lands on the anchor/pilot stone,
The stone a boat through years of light.
Guide stars lead us between the henge;
Two Queens sit beside a lemon field-
The blind Queen leads, as in a game of chess;
The younger sister wears a purple dress.
It all matters- in the order of things-
As they must- even the crows,
Strut purposefully as covenants;
A double rainbow promises bounty for this year!
those assembled for the ceremony repeat the chant:
“A double rainbow insures our bounty for the year.”
In response, Mary created this image, entitled “Ancient Rites II”: