A Jewellery Poem

November 12, 2008 at 6:26 pm | Posted in poetry, writing | 16 Comments
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various odd bods the jeweller said
slipping his card into my pocket
somewhere there the necessity
for radical departures
it’s a tiny jewel he said on
a later occassion, set in
mother of pearl a kiss by
Klimt fallen half-seen
into a sea of soft pink
skin trimmed
with white lace,



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  1. Here is a link to the original painting which I admit I have grossly oversimplified.
    And for an incredibly detailed and scholarly overview of the interaction between painting and poetry historically check out this series of articles by Ken Murdoch at “The Truth About Lies“.

  2. I love your poem – unfortunatelly, I’m quite dense when it comes to poetry, so don’t take my compliment as something to rely on… 🙂

    Thanks for the comment on my blog. I think my biggest problem (or so I’ve been told) is that I let my intelligence rule over my heart.
    But then again, there are worse parts that could fight for the soul power of moi… 🙂

    I take it you found my blog through Crushed? How did you end up on THAT post? 🙂
    Holey Mackeral. I think that’s my first ever three emoticon comment. Thankyou.

  3. and it is free to wear, like the bijoux heart, how lucky we are. Beautiful complexity hidden so carefully and warm.

  4. ahhh, centralised, a fingertrace curve, perfect.
    Perfect, thankyou, Narnie.

  5. “…fallen half-seen into a sea of…”
    being pulled magically and sweetly just like a sleepwalker…
    Hello again, Hayat. I missed you.

  6. I think the shape came out quite well.
    It is a neat Klimt poem…

  7. No worries on commenting too much! No such thing! 🙂

    DO feel free to comment on my newer (newest) post as well as the older ones, though… LOL
    Wow, another emoticon and a lol, cool bananas. I like to have a good look through a new blog before I start commenting, but I have put you in the reader and will follow along from now,

  8. didn’t Hans Hofmann ever tell you? the ability to simplify means to eliminate the unnecessary so that the necessary may speak. and you, boy, are the necessary
    Thankyou, Aefiel.

  9. Beautiful painting, beautiful poem. A particularly lovely write.
    Thanks, Tina.

  10. very delicate this one but not at all fragile

    i bet if i could eat it it would taste fresh and salty and full of life like the sea in an oyster

    champagne, kisses, oysters–the best life has to offer
    Yes indeed,

  11. …mesmerisingly erotic…

  12. i think you write the best jewellery poems of all. i love mother of pearl
    Thankyou, Mrs Ott,

  13. gentle with a farwary romantic feel.
    Faraway at the moment unfortunately. Thankyou,

  14. It went from darkness to light, the painting helped, I must admit I didn’t like this 😦 …
    Oh no, why not, I wonder? Is it the problem of particularisation. I’ve noticed that when I add identifiable details that make her a specific human, like the pinkness of her skin for instance, the poems become less popular. But perhaps there was another reason?

  15. Well it could be, I am not a great articulator of instinct, what occured to me was, the painting is necessary to understand, and i suppose that felt incomplete…
    Okey dokey. Thanks for the feedback, it’s invaluable and your honesty, Mental Mist, makes you one of my favourite commenters. And your writing rocks too,

  16. Delish!

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