Following are the details for the next Art of Poetry at the Hickory Museum of Art:
The submission deadline is June 3, 2017 and the reading will be June 17, 2017 at 2:00.
Eligible exhibits are as follows:
HICKORY STICKS: Jonathan Brilliant Installation; 2nd Fl. Coe Gallery ( Will be finished May 5th)
PAST LIVES: Brian Lackey Installation; 1st Fl. Shuford, Regal & Gifford Gallery (Up on May 6th)
Warhol & Whitener; 1st Fl. Whitener Gallery
Cher Shaffer Dolls; 2nd Fl. Objects Gallery
Glass from the Permanent Collection; 2nd Fl. Objects Gallery
Maud Gatewood; 2nd Fl. Windows Gallery
Discover Folk Art; 3rd Fl.
To submit, simply go to the museum and write poems about the works on exhibit. Please note the dates of eligible exhibits below. Submissions should:
-include name of the artist and the title of the inspiring work
-be typed in the body of an email (do not send attachments)
-be typed using 12-point Arial font, single spaced
-be sent to Kelly DeMaegd at firstname.lastname@example.org
-Art of Poetry will use no more than 3 poems by any individual poet.
-Art of Poetry reserves the right to decline work that may not be appropriate in content, or of literary quality as determined by its panel of judges. Poems that are overtly political or religious in nature, or poems that are not appropriate for all ages, will not be considered for this program.
Approximately 20 poems will be selected to be displayed at the museum and to be read by the author (or selected substitute reader) at the reading. The reading is free and open to the public. Audiences have ranged from 15 to 45 people. After the reading, with permission of the poet and artist, poems will be posted on the Art of Poetry website at http://www.artofpoetry.net
If you have any questions, please email Kelly DeMaegd at email@example.com.
Woman Made’s exhibit has now left Hickory Museum of Art, but many of the images live on here at our website. Art of Poetry’s Melissa Hager is photographed reading a poem inspired by artist, Elizabeth King. Photo courtesy of Roger and Ginny Sanford.
MRS. MOON AND THE LAND OF OPALS
After “Mrs. Moon and the Land of Opals” by Elizabeth King
Australian aboriginal lass
among milky stones,
long separated from vast
humanity, two hundred
from the matriarch who messed
her up. She surfs on the snake’s
back that brought her down;
eventide, dances with the devil
who keeps her leashed.
Art of Poetry’s Betty O’Hearn rejoices for the arrival of spring in this poem inspired by the Josephine Moretz Shipley Lauerman painting, an artwork in the Woman Made exhibit at Hickory Museum of Art. Photo courtesy of Roger and Ginny Sanford.
After “Yellow Iris” by Josephine Moretz Shipley Lauerman
Greek God of the rainbow
Iris, you are loved.
You are the most beautiful flower,
with radiant colors of the rainbow.
But golden has power.
You burst up first in the garden
Stealing the full beauty of spring.
Odorless, remedial beekeeper,
you self seed.
Invading with green swords,
hold your flags high!
Beth King shares her poem with the audience at the March 18, 2017 Art of Poetry event at Hickory Museum of Art. Photo courtesy of Roger and Ginny Sanford.
After “Aspects of Creativity” by Denise Lisiecki
Purpling Wads of Paper
Crumpled Carelessly in
Cat-like Clever Metaphors
Of Imagination; Floral; Enfolded
In Fabric Fiestas- Not Fancy or False
But Pure- – – Daffodil-Daisy Pure
The Child Mind is Pure
Before Adult’s Onslaught
I Color Myself a Child
I Use Crayons to Journal
I Use Crayons to Dream
I Use Crayons to Sign
My Name of Perfect Innocence.
I Refuse Induction into
the Snake Charm Oil-
Humbug Ruled Universe
Of Adult Maturity.
I Shall Lie on the Grass
Draw Flowers on the Clouds
Sing to the Butterflies
Hug the Trees and the Birds
And Holler-Sing to the Full Moon
With all the Red Cats of the World.
I Refuse Your Universe
Of Adulterated Adulthood
And Choose My Own
My Own Reality
Of the Free-Spirited Child
Forever and Forever
I Cast My Soul-Self Upon
The Altars of all Creativity
And Stand, No Play as a Child
Through Everlasting Eternity.
This is My Heaven.
What is Yours?
A first for Art of Poetry, poet friends write individual poems about the same artwork as a call and response. Read how Robert Manchester replies to the drenched pedestrian of Patricia Deaton’s poem from last week’s post.
After “Umbrellas” by Maud Gatewood
Yes, I caught
Held just a second
to be casual.
More to ask –
Don’t you see
my troubled heart
my lost love?
I would have tipped
my hat, given you
but one hand held
the other held
my broken dreams.
Patricia Deaton shares her poem inspired by Maud Gatewood’s painting for the Woman Made exhibit at Art of Poetry on March 18, 2017. In a neat twist, a poet friend of Patricia responded with his own poem. It will be featured in next week’s Art of Poetry. Woman Made will run through April 23 at Hickory Museum of Art.
After “Umbrellas” by Maud Gatewood
If I glanced at you in a rainstorm
on a twilit evening, nylon domes intruding,
drooping hair – wet, wool smell – would you
find me worth acknowledging? Could you see
past a dour countenance, grim mouth, chilled
spirit if I relax my jaw, meet your eyes – breath
caught where my heart sits dry, unguarded?
If I glanced at you in a rainstorm with umbrellas
touching, perfect shoes ruined – starch absent
from dampened shirt – a pastry box going soft
in your grasp, you might think it safe to ask
Do I know you? And I’d shake my head no.
Douglas McHargue talks about her poem with the audience inspired by the painting of Mary Charles Griffin at the March 18, 2017 Art of Poetry. The painting is part of the “Woman Made” exhibit through April 23 at Hickory Museum of Art. Photo courtesy of Roger and Ginny Sanford.
DANCE OF YOUR DREAMS
After “Junior Prom” by Mary Charles Griffin
Your prom. In a dream
looks like this, punch bowl
at center, vodka flaming
from Jack’s flask
when chaperones blinked.
Colors swirl, flow
as you dance, midnight
blue, red satin on cream
skin shouldering tropical
flowers from rainforests
with all secrets, dripping
leaves, butterflies, spiders
the size of a man’s hands
that hold you now,
you and your white washed
mouth always whispering
to the cold war sky
afraid to tempt any gods
and now flying across this room,
great circle of dancers
nothing but color and light
far beyond a mushroom cloud.