Patricia Rozental

The World's Wife - 2012

Anne Hathaway

by Carol Ann Duffy from The World's Wife

 

'Item I gyve unto my wife my second best bed ...'

(from Shakespeare's will)

 

The bed we loved in was a spinning world

of forests, castles, torchlight, clifftops, seas

where we would dive for pearls. My lover's words

were shooting stars which fell to earth as kisses

on these lips; my body now a softer rhyme

to his, now echo, assonance; his touch

a verb dancing in the centre of a noun.

Some nights, I dreamed he'd written me, the bed

a page beneath his writer's hands. Romance

and drama played by touch, by scent, by taste.

In the other bed, the best, our guests dozed on,

dribbling their prose. My living laughing love -

I hold him in the casket of my widow's head

as he held me upon that next best bed.

 

I dreamed he'd written me | Etching & Chine Colle on paper | 30x20cm

 

prints available

As part of World Book Night last 2011, artists and makers were invited to create work inspired by Carol Ann Duffy's poetry anthology, "The World's Wife" - poems based on history, myth & fairy tale retelling the tales from the female perspective - both humorous and irreverant.

All images copyrighted © 2016 Patricia Rozental

The Nuthatch - 2014

Gleaning Nuthatch jpg web I dreamed he'd written me

 

 

NUTHATCH by John Clare

 

In summer showers a skreeking noise is heard

Deep in the woods of some uncommon bird

It makes a loud and long and loud continued noise

And often stops the speed of men and boys

They think somebody mocks and goes along

And never thinks the nuthatch makes the song

Who always comes along the summer guest

The birdnest hunters never found the nest

The schoolboy hears the noise from day to day

And stoops among the thorns to find a way

And starts the jay bird from the bushes green

He looks and sees a nest he’s never seen

And takes the spotted eggs with many joys

And thinks he found the bird that made the noise

John Clare (1793 – 1864) of England was known in his day as the Northamptonshire Peasant Poet, both for his provincial turns of phrase and honest love of nature and agrarian life. Clare knew his birds well, celebrating the species of the English countryside in verse after verse.

Nuthatch | Etching | 10x14cm

 

prints available

http://issuu.com/obsidianart/docs/the_art_of_poetry_2014

To coincide with World Book Night,  an exciting exhibition of selected work inspired by poetry in a wide range of mediums and styles.

busy bees (499x500)

HOW DOTH THE LITTLE BUSY BEE    by Issac Watts (1664-1748)

Graphite & Rust on paper

 

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How Doth The Little Busy Bee - 2015

Isaac Watts  17 July 1674 – 25 November 1748) was an English Christian hymnwriter, theologian and logician. A prolific and popular hymn writer, his work was part of evangelization. He was recognized as the "Father of English Hymnody", credited with some 750 hymns. Many of his hymns remain in use today and have been translated into numerous languages.

 

 

HOW DOTH THE LITTLE BUSY BEE

by Issac Watts

 

How doth the little busy bee

Improve each shining hour,

And gather honey all the day

From every opening flower!

 

How skilfully she builds her cell!

How neat she spreads the wax!

And labors hard to store it well

With the sweet food she makes.

 

In works of labor or of skill,

I would be busy too;

For Satan finds some mischief still

For idle hands to do.

 

In books, or work, or healthful play,

Let my first years be passed,

That I may give for every day

Some good account at last.

Art of Poetry 2015

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