31 May 2014

Olana





Situated so
No one could forget
Why the school exists:
The Hudson River
Far below in Gold
Glow feeding lush green
Hills cut long ago
From volcanic rock
Mountain silhouettes—






Olana today
On a sunny May Day
Flirts with Japanese
Iris and oak leaves
While tiny spiders
Visit our picnic
Like ants and artists
With open easels
And palettes of blue,
Yellow, purple, white—




 
We sit on twisted
Grape vine benches brown
Against Moroccan
Tiles and nature’s art,
I take notes for poems
And my companion
Sketches tree stumps cut
Close to earth as if
Its bones were showing




I see gathering
Storm clouds carrying
Pagan gods toward
Us as if we had
Entered the primal
Imagination,
Creators of gods,
Mountains, and
The small life between.




Posted  for  Artistic Interpretations with Margaret - Sketchbook Poetry at Imaginary Garden with Real  Toads.

Copyright © 2014  S.L.Chast
 
 
Olana by Rolf Müller (Own work) [GFDL (http://www.gnu.org/copyleft/fdl.html) or CC-BY-SA-3.0 (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/3.0/)], via Wikimedia Commons 
 


13 comments:

Ella said...

Wow! I have to read it again-the line about ants and artists-stunning!
You make me think of Mary Oliver~
I have to read it again!
Your sketch is gorgeous~

Ella said...

I forgot to say I love that you included your mom-how sweet!
I take my daughter on my art dates~

Hannah said...

Ooo...I love the ant portion and the smallness felt in your closing lines...between the mountains...what a glorious sketch of a precious day, Susan...thank you for sharing!! :)

Kerry O'Connor said...

This is wonderful, Susan. You have taken the idea of a poetic sketch and worked with it, so as to bring each image to the readers eye with rich clarity. The addition of the photos adds a different dimension to the whole.

Sherry Blue Sky said...

"close to earth as if its bones were showing" - how wonderful. Sounds like good company and a wonderfully artistic outing! Yay!

Grace said...

I love the poetic journey from the mountains to tiny ants, the colors of spring and gratitude overflowing with all beautiful small things ~

Mary said...

Beautiful photographs & a wonderfully reflective poem, Susan!

Jim said...

You sketched this very nicely, Susan. Even without the picture I can see those storms clouds coming, carrying the Pagan gods. Stormy weather will live up to its name this evening.
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Susie Clevenger said...

What a beautiful place and your words brought it to life...I have too many favorite parts to list all of them.

Claudia said...

it is very cool to visit such historical places.. i always wish then i could go back in time for a few hours and feel how it felt back then...and i love that you took notes for poems and that your friend sketched...ha... i would've as well...trying to capture the essence of a place as i see it at this very moment...

Sharp Little Pencil said...

Susan, I loved the tree stumps as earth bones... your musings on nature, the loveliness of your mom out in the wild. There is something so special about those moments. Treasure them.

That final picture, from Wiki? Yowza! Stunner. Good eye! Amy

Unknown said...

The beauty and appreciation imparted with your words are as wonderful as the images.

Sherry Blue Sky said...

So beautiful, Susan.