June 17, 2018

Happy Haiga Day!

I won't lie--on Friday, when I got an alert on my phone that Paul Manafort was headed to jail, I smiled. He is accused of a number of arrogant crimes that led to this incarceration, but, an article on the CNN site gave me pause.

From: "Judge sends Paul Manfort to jail, pending trial"
by Katelyn Polantz
Three US marshals led Manafort out of the courtroom into the prisoner holding area immediately after the judge's ruling. He was not placed in handcuffs. Before he disappeared through the door, he turned toward his wife and supporters and gave a stilted wave.

Minutes later, a marshal returned to give his wife, Kathleen, still standing in the courtroom's front row, Manafort's wallet, belt and the burgundy tie he wore Friday.
I borrowed the words for this cherita:

© Diane Mayr, all rights reserved.


hearing ends

he gives a stilted wave
as marshals lead him away

wallet and belt
and his burgundy tie
returned to his wife

June 15, 2018

Poetry Friday--Return of the Ekphrastic Cherita!

For the entire month of April I posted ekphrastic cherita, that is, art (the cherita, a poem) about art (a painting or drawing). I love browsing The Athenaeum in a search for works that speaks to me, and I enjoy writing the poems they inspire. Here are two that imagine a story about the painting's artist:

"Cat Lying in front of a Bouquet of Flowers" (1919) by Suzanne Valadon [1865-1938].

artist paints her cat

she keeps up
a one-way conversation

'til a plaintive
meow lets her know
it's time

© Diane Mayr, all rights reserved.

"Self Portrait" (1909) by Susan S. Watkins [1875-1913].

painting a self-portrait

great seriousness
or a smile

her internal dialog
over which one is
the least deceitful

© Diane Mayr, all rights reserved.

Karen Edmisten* will be playing hostess with the mostess for this week's Poetry Friday Round-Up.

June 12, 2018

Haiku Sticky #457

I declare 2018 the "Year of the Baby Bunny." I can't tell you how many of them I've seen this year in my yard. On Sunday, I saw two little ear tops above the grass and found they were attached to a very small bunny. It made me smile!

© Diane Mayr, all rights reserved.


three-inch ears
on a six-inch body--
grass growing, too

June 10, 2018

Happy Haiga Day!

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spring weeding

which bit of green
is destined a flower?

someone once told her
gardening is relaxing
...she now knows better

June 8, 2018

Poetry Friday--T. C. Cannon

The PEM (Peabody Essex Museum) currently is showing work by native-American artist and poet, T. C. Cannon. Cannon fought in the Vietnam War; he died in a traffic accident at the age of 31.

In the photo below, the PEM explains the focus of the work and it stunned me to read this opening:
It wasn't until three months after his death in 1978 that it became legal for Native people to once again openly practice their religions.

Here are a few examples of his art. Poems were also included.

Being young myself during the Vietnam War, and aging through several subsequent wars, I felt compelled to respond to Cannon's words with a cherita:

© Diane Mayr, all rights reserved.


youth pose questions

to which they suspect
the answers

elders by a refusal
to hear what is asked
provide confirmation

If you'd like to see the exhibit, you'd better hurry--it closes Sunday, June 10.

Kiesha is hosting the Round-Up today at Whispers from the Ridge.

June 5, 2018

Haiku Sticky #456

How many of you grew up with bags of red pistachios? Nowadays, our pistachios come from California and the processing is done so efficiently the shells don't get splotchy. In the olden days, pistachios were imported and in order to make them more appealing, the splotchy shells were dyed a more uniform red. We all considered the dye, and the subsequent pink lips and pink fingers to be half the fun!

© Diane Mayr, all rights reserved.


salty pink lips
stained fingertips
piles of shells
summer hours spent with
a bag of pistachios

June 3, 2018

Happy Haiga Day!

This photo was taken back in late February. It was a beautiful almost-spring day, and then we got three killer nor'easters complete with snow!

© Diane Mayr, all rights reserved.


sun and moon...
beyond smudged glass
a clarity

June 1, 2018

Poetry Friday--Mr. Twain

I started this in response to Michelle Barnes' Today's Little Ditty challenge for May from Julie Fogliano: "stare out the window and write what you see." When I looked out the window over a period of a few days, all I noticed was the variation in the weather. That led me to look for the expression that I always assumed to be about New England weather, "if you don't like the weather, wait a minute." In my research I found a great quote from Mark Twain (Samuel Clemens):
In the spring I have counted one hundred and thirty-six different kinds of weather inside of twenty-four hours.

--Mark Twain from "New England Weather," a speech delivered to the New England Society, December 22, 1876
I was going to use it to write a haibun, which is a prose piece that includes haiku. But, it turned into a little rhyming ditty.

The photo I found to illustrate my ditty, has Mark Twain looking out a window in 1903, possibly in New England on a spring day.

© Diane Mayr, all rights reserved. Photo courtesy Library of Congress.


In the spring I have counted one hundred and thirty-six different kinds of weather inside of twenty-four hours
. --Mark Twain from a speech delivered to the New England Society, December 22, 1876

Mr. Twain Exaggerates
...Only Slightly

A wisp of mares' tails.
A bank of solid gray.

A breeze to tickle the hairs on an arm.
A wind to make flagpoles sway.

A mist to burn off in sunlight.
A torrent to wash frogs away.

A drip of sweat, a shiver of cold.
An average New England spring day.

I ended up writing a cherita to post on Michelle's TLD May padlet, because I actually did see something outside my back window (three rabbits). Michelle featured it on Wednesday (thanks, Michelle).

Today's Poetry Friday Round-Up is being hosted by Buffy's Blog.

May 29, 2018

Haiku Sticky #455

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you have to wonder
how a man without a heart
can hold the reins

May 27, 2018

Happy Haiga Day!

© Diane Mayr, all rights reserved. Woodcut by Shinsai Ryūryūkyo (circa 1804-1818), image altered by Diane Mayr.


under the willow
fish under the shadow
of a heron

May 25, 2018

Poetry Friday--Snapping Turtles

Update: My friend, Mary Doane (aka "The Turtle Lady"), told me it was probably an Eastern painted turtle. After looking online, I agree. Here's the information on the painted turtle. The teeny turtle, if lucky, will only grow to about 6 inches.

Snapping turtles in New Hampshire can grow to be 70 pounds. And, as their name suggests, they snap. People have told me stories of chunks taken out of oars by snapping turtles. Stay away from the big ones!

A few weeks ago, though, a co-worker found a baby snapping turtle on the parking lot asphalt. Not the best place to be sunning one's turtle self.

It was tiny! I didn't hesitate for a second to pick it up and move it to a safe spot. Relocation involved taking a walk through the woods behind the library. I had never been more than 10 or 20 feet into the woods in the 20+ years the library building has been occupied. I knew there was a swampy area down the hill, so I started walking. I went past two old stone walls, over a well-walked, but unmarked path, and ended up at the swamp that turned out to be an active great blue heron rookery. I counted seven herons on or next to nests. Another heron flew in as I watched. I was a bit hesitant about leaving the turtle, since it might have made a snack for any one of the herons, but, I felt it was safer at the edge of a swamp than in the middle of the parking lot!

The baby snapping turtle in the parking lot was a real mystery. It was too early in the season for turtles to be hatching, so it must have been one of last year's hatchlings. How had it survived 2017-18's long, cold winter? How had it gotten such a great distance from the water?

Last year, not far behind the library, a large snapping turtle dug several holes, but we never saw it laying eggs. Why it would have chosen the dumpster area behind a library for it's nesting spot is beyond me!

Perhaps the little guy was the progeny of the library dumpster turtle?

A lot of background for one little poem!

© Diane Mayr, all rights reserved.

Visit Margaret at Reflections of the Teche where you'll find this week's Round-Up.

May 20, 2018

Happy Haiga Day!

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spring garden
...just in time

May 18, 2018

Poetry Friday--A Year or Two or Three Ago

I'm having a bit of a dry spell as a writer. It could be the state of the nation (depressing), or it could be that the spring weather is making writing seem like a winter-only activity. It could just mean that I need a break. Whatever the reason, I have nothing new. I'd feel guilty about not have a Poetry Friday offering, so I'm looking back to May last year, the year before, and a few years before that to see what I was writing.

May 16, 2017

golden bright
the new green lit
by sunlight
songbirds vocalize
with a spring breeze

May 17, 2016

an absence
of poetry today

May 17, 2015

Halloween's butterfly wings
now on an angel

[Obviously, I was working on my Angels project at the time.]

May 17, 2014

Family Vacation, Circa 1961

We never went on cruises
or stayed at vacation resorts.
Our vacation spots were
cheaply rented or borrowed
bungalows, often shared
with aunts, uncles, and cousins.

One night we all went to dinner.
Nothing fancy, not expensive,
but the food must have been
good, because two men of
some renown came in to eat--
Mickey Mantle and Roger Maris.

I'm sure you've heard of them.
They were gods--baseball gods!
We got their autographs on
the greasy spoon's cheap paper
napkins. If only someone had
had a camera to take a family shot.

May 19, 2013

Mother's Day...
on the soles of her shoes
pink petals

May 17, 2012

spring rain...
the lean in the sapling
the lean in me

May 11, 2011

late afternoon...
today would have been
her birthday

May 18, 2010


Two months before he and Mrs. Lincoln
went to Ford's Theater, the president

had a portrait taken at Mr. Gardner's
Gallery. The photographer caught

the shadow of Mr. Lincoln. He was
by then, merely a body without its soul.

Little did John Wilkes Booth know,
his bullet would only be the coups de grace.

I was going to go back to 2010, but the above is so depressing, I'll go back another year!

May 17, 2009

three new songs
their singers unknown
--Sunday morning

All poems © Diane Mayr, all rights reserved.

Rebecca is hosting the Round-Up this week at Sloth Reads!

May 15, 2018

Haiku Sticky #454

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tree frogs know when
the gap needs filling

May 13, 2018

Happy Haiga Day!

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first of May
as if on cue--
a butterfly!

May 11, 2018

Poetry Friday--Dance!

About thirty years ago I took up contra-dancing. Contra-dancing is an American form that developed from English country dance (the partnered lines of dancers that you see in Jane Austen movies). It was great exercise, the live music was exhilarating, the community was welcoming, it was an all-around great way to spend an evening. After a while, though, life intervened, the community became a little gossipy, and the exercise became a bit too much for someone with asthmatic tendencies. I drifted away. Still, I miss dancing.

So today, I want to celebrate dancing, even if it's someone else doing it! And I'll do it through poetry.

It took me a long, long, time to actually complete a golden shovel. If you follow the Poetry Friday blogs, you've found that the golden shovel seems to have become "The Form" of 2017-2018. Everybody's been writing marvelous ones and I'm coming up with uninspired, pedestrian, poems. I tried too hard to write one using a line that was too long. I'm a short form writer, so why was I beating myself up trying to write something using a dozen or more words? Duh! I found this quote by Charles Baudelaire that was short and spoke to me.
Dancing is poetry with arms and legs.
I am a big Facebook user and a viewer of innumerable videos of cats and dancing babies. So, is it any wonder that my golden shovel turned out like this?
With the Music

Before anything else comes dancing.
Before talking, before walking, is
a diapered baby jiving. There's poetry
in that wiggling tush with
a rhythm in her bobbing noggin. Her arms
gesticulating. Work it, baby! And,
oh, how she kicks those chubby legs!

© Diane Mayr, all rights reserved.

[Note: if you've read the adult novel The Alice Network by Kate Quinn (a hot title with book groups), the mention of Baudelaire may make you queasy.]

What follows are a few non-golden-shovel, dancing poems from my files.

The first is from January 2011.
Common sense and a sense of humor are the same thing, moving at different speeds. A sense of humor is just common sense, dancing. ~ William James

With the music we lift our
feet. Our arms float. Our hands
take on a life of their own. As
the tempo picks up we laugh
for we know what Common
Sense said is true, "You can't
dance with a broken heart."

© Diane Mayr, all rights reserved.

An ekphrastic tanka from November 2012 inspired by "The Peasant Dance" (1568) by Pieter Bruegel the Elder.


outdoor dance party
the musician plays through
the drunk's rendition--
no party is without
its red-nosed souse

© Diane Mayr, all rights reserved.

The last one was written for Laura Shovan's Sound Poem Project in 2015.
enkele sprongen van een danser
(A Few Jumps a Dancer)

A few whistles a bird.
A few licks a puppy.
Too many whistles a penalty.
Too many licks an assault.

A few jumps a dancer.
A few words a poem.
Too many jumps a diagnosis.
Too many words a rejection.

A few flowers a nosegay.
A few tears a reunion.
Too many flowers a funeral bier.
Too many tears a broken heart.

© Diane Mayr, all rights reserved.

Jama's Alphabet Soup will be hosting the Poetry Friday Round-Up for this week. Enjoy the feast!

May 8, 2018

Haiku Sticky #453

Haiku or senryu? The political scene is already heating up. Why, why, why must we spoil the delights of a long-awaited spring?

© Diane Mayr, all rights reserved.


May birdsong
drowned out by news
of primary races

May 6, 2018

Happy Haiga Day!

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we sit in silence...
a cool breeze hastens
the end

May 4, 2018

Poetry Friday--Spark Postcard Exchange

Four times a year I participate in a postcard exchange organized by Amy Souza of Spark. The latest exchange took place during the month of April. Each participant signs on to create an original piece of art on a postcard. Since I'm primarily a writer, I put together original short poems with illustrations.

There is never a theme assigned, however, I like working from a theme and generally assign one to myself. This past exchange I used "daisy" as my theme since the daisy, a universally recognized flower, is the official flower for April. I suppose I could have used the official gemstone, but that would be "diamond" and diamond is actually a turn-off as far as I'm concerned!

I did a minimum amount of research on daisies (not much more than Wikipedia and this article), but it was enough to get me started. The things that resonated with me I incorporated into the work, for instance, daisy is a symbol of innocence and purity.

I decided to write cherita since I believe I have finally found my true form. All the illustrations/photos are in the public domain and I altered and combined them.

Here are the three I sent out:

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warmth of the sun

the day's eye
opens wide and bright

her innocence
merely a show
to seduce the bees

© Diane Mayr, all rights reserved.


field of daisies

memories grow
less sharp with time

we forget that
the daisy was also known
as bone flower

© Diane Mayr, all rights reserved.


Bellis perennis

we always look forward
to her return

each day of April
two or three minutes longer
but, so is the wait

Brenda at Friendly Fairy Tales is hosting the Poetry Friday Round-Up today. As for me, I'm taking off to attend the first day of the Mass Poetry Festival in Salem! Yay!

May 1, 2018

Haiku Sticky #452

Now that National Poetry Month has concluded, it's back to our regular schedule of Haiku Stickies on Tuesdays.

© Diane Mayr, all rights reserved.


May 1--
looking for the flowers
April's rain promised

April 30, 2018

Ekphrastic April, Day 30: "The Bedtime Book"

I started this month of ekphrasis with a children's illustration and I will end with another picture from a children's illustrator. The cherita was written in response to a prompt given on the Cherita Poets on Site Facebook group on April 6:
cherita prompt: making your plans 5, 10 and 20 yr plans!
I didn't post the cherita, but decided to use it here instead.

"The Bedtime Book" (1907) by Jessie Willcox Smith [1863-1935].

books on the bedside table

another pile
sits on the floor

her five-year plan to
finish at least ten
--the rest will be a gift

© Diane Mayr, all rights reserved.

Jessie Willcox was an outstanding illustrator whose output for books and magazines is dizzying. She created all the covers for Good Housekeeping magazine from December 1917 to 1933!

I hope you enjoyed Ekphrastic April and National Poetry Month 2018. I will be posting more ekphrastic cherita in the future since it is great fun for me to research works of art and write what each piece inspires in me.

Have a great May! If you live in the greater Boston area, poetry continues this coming weekend with The Mass Poetry Festival taking place in Salem. This will be my eighth year attending!

April 29, 2018

Ekphrastic April, Day 29: "Two Children in Front of a Billboard for Grand Cirque"

"Two Children in Front of a Billboard for Grand Cirque" (circa 1930) by Marianne von Werefkin [1860-1938].

not enough saved...

the circus poster
seduces them again

her hand slips into her pocket
to check one more time

© Diane Mayr, all rights reserved.

April 28, 2018

Ephrastic April, Day 28: "Leaving the Munitions Works"

"Leaving the Munitions Works" (1919) by Winifred Knights [1899-1947].


munitions factory workers
go home on time

the Great War ended
they're no longer desperate
to be instruments of death

© Diane Mayr, all rights reserved.

April 26, 2018

Poetry Friday--Ekphrastic April, Day 27: "Peonies and June Bug"

"Peonies and June Bug" (1871-1872) by Eva Gonzales [1849-1883].

fragrant June

the peonies in bloom
should have been left uncut

within hours petals begin
to fall and the June bug's
dinner grows stale

© Diane Mayr, all rights reserved.

Since we're finally moving into warmer weather here, I'm looking forward to the trees, plants, and flowers playing a little catch-up. Before we know it, it will be peony time. And June bug time.

People write poems and songs about the oddest things. The June bug is one of those oddities and appears in a song by the B-52s.

The swimming bug in the video is definitely a carnivore, but the June bugs I'm familiar with are vegetarian.

"June Bug" appears on the album Cosmic Thing, which was released in 1989. I was a children's librarian at the time and one of the story hour families gave me the CD for Christmas. I can honestly say it is the BEST job-related gift I ever received. I played it for years. I can no longer remember the name of the gift-giver, but I'm forever grateful for the gift.

Irene will be sharing the gift of poetry today at the Round-Up being held at Live Your Poem. Irene, too, has been writing ekphrastic poems this month.

Ephrastic April, Day 26: "Girl Posing in a Hat with Tassels"

"Girl Posing in a Hat with Tassels" (circa 1918-1922) by Gwen John [1876-1939].

Sunday services

befitting her situation
she's dressed in black

this week she adds a tassel
oh, how he would have loved
the joke

© Diane Mayr, all rights reserved.

I really should read up on Gwen John, the brief Wikipedia biography shows a complex personality who lived an unorthodox life. I guess she's a project for another time...

April 25, 2018

Ekphrastic April, Day 25: "The Sands of Life"

"The Sands of Life" by Mary Curtis Richardson [1848-1931].

the sand box

mother dreams
of beaches

babe discovers the
principle of gravity
on her own

© Diane Mayr, all rights reserved.

April 24, 2018

Ekphrastic April, Day 24: "The Writer"

The lovely painting below was created by a woman who was born in the town in which I work. Mary Bradish Titcomb, born in Windham, NH in 1856, became a teacher in its small country school. She then headed down to the Boston area to teach before moving on to fulfill her destiny as an American impressionist painter*. Titcomb died in 1927 and was buried in Windham.

"The Writer" (circa 1912) by Mary Bradish Titcomb [1856-1927].

we, who cannot travel

force bulbs surrounding
ourselves with fragrance

under a sunny window
we almost believe what we write
to those who are traveling

© Diane Mayr, all rights reserved.

*A sad note: much of Titcomb's work, put into storage, was destroyed in a warehouse fire.

April 23, 2018

Ekphrastic April, Day 23: "Dolls"

"Dolls" by Jacqueline Marval [1866-1903].

Grandma's guest room

grandkids tasked
with disposing of her junk

the pile
of playthings no one
will touch

© Diane Mayr, all rights reserved.

April 22, 2018

Ekphrastic April, Day 22: "Self Portrait with Candles"

"Self Portrait with Candles" (1910) by Lily Delissa Joseph [1863-1940].

in the dark

she whistles
but is no longer afraid

the self-portrait
finished, she realizes she
knows who she is

© Diane Mayr, all rights reserved.

April 21, 2018

Ekphrastic April, Day 21: "Teresa Gathering Pansies:

"Teresa Gathering Pansies" by Laura Theresa Alma-Tadem [1852-1909].

the nanny, her arms full

Teresa wanders off
to the patch of pansies

she begs
forgiveness before
beheading each one

© Diane Mayr, all rights reserved.

April 20, 2018

Poetry Friday--Ekphrastic April, Day 20: "Wash Day--A Back Yard Reminiscence of Brooklyn"

I was first attracted to this painting for its subject matter--hanging laundry. I grew up in a time before dryers became prolific and laundry was hung on a line to dry. I have fond memories of fragrantly fresh, but stiff, towels, and of mothers gossiping over a fence as they attended to their laundry. Secondly, I was stopped in my tracks by this part of the title: "Reminiscence of Brooklyn." Although I wasn't around in 1912, I didn't think Brooklyn, NY would have looked like that!

I found that the artist, Ada Walter Shulz, was from the Mid-West and spent the greater part of her life in Brown County, Indiana. So, a little research led to a Brooklyn, Indiana, in Morgan County. Morgan County shares a corner with Brown County.

"Wash Day--A Back Yard Reminiscence of Brooklyn" (1912) by Ada Walter Shulz [1870-1928].

wash day

can there be anything
more perfect--

warm sun
soft breezes and
a willing helper

© Diane Mayr, all rights reserved.

National Poetry Month delights abound, visit The Opposite of Indifference where Tabatha is rounding up the poetry links for today. And, if you haven't visited yet, head over to the Team Imperfect blog for its book birthday!

April 19, 2018

Ekphrastic April, Day 19: "Girl with Cat in the Birch Forest"

"Girl with Cat in the Birch Forest" (circa 1905) by Paula Modersohn-Becker [1876-1907].

they do not love me

I will run away
deep into the forest

within the birches
no one is there to holler
if the cream is licked

© Diane Mayr, all rights reserved.

April 18, 2018

Ekphrastic April, Day 18: "Self Portrait, the Artist Hesitating between the Arts of Music and Painting"

If you have a few minutes, take a look at the portraits of Angelica Kaufmann--what a collection of self-portraits!

"Self Portrait, the Artist Hesitating between the Arts of Music and Painting" (1794) by Angelica Kaufmann [1741-1807].

all things being equal

I would choose a life
of music over art

a painting may draw
a tear but a well-struck chord
will tear at my heart

© Diane Mayr, all rights reserved.

April 17, 2018

Ekphrastic April, Day 17: "Wildflowers"

"Wildflowers" (1875) by Ellen Robbins [1828–1905].

early October

fading pastel coverlet

heavyweight blankets
aired out readying for
winter sleep

© Diane Mayr, all rights reserved.

Ellen Robbins was a friend of Celia Thaxter. She stayed with Thaxter and painted the flowers in Celia's noted garden.

April 16, 2018

Ekphrastic April, Day 16: "Women Sewing"

"Women Sewing" by Elizabeth Wentworth Roberts [1871-1927].


women gather
to gossip and sew

none speak of sons
who may require their handiwork
in the near future

© Diane Mayr, all rights reserved.

April 15, 2018

Ekphrastic April, Day 15: "Windfalls"

"Windfalls" by Sophie Gengembre Anderson [1823-1903].

barely three-years-old

she is given a basket
to hold the windfalls

no one cares if apples
destined for the cider press
come with teeth marks

© Diane Mayr, all rights reserved.

April 14, 2018

Ekphrastic April, Day 14: "Violets"

You may have noticed the lack of women artists of color represented in my Ekphrastic April offerings. Sadly, the list of women artists, who, in the past, were recognized for their talents, is small compared to the list of men. Even sadder is the smaller list of African-American women artists. My search was made more difficult by limiting my choice of artists to painters, and, those whose work is in the public domain. I did find Pauline Powell Burns [1872-1912]. "Violets" is reported to be in the National Museum of African American History and Culture collection, but a search at the NMAAHC site came up empty. Still, I found the painting at an art auction site, and, since the work was produced prior to the artist's death in 1912, I'm certain it is in the public domain.

"Violets" by Pauline Powell Burns [1872-1912].

hubbub at the hive

bees understand
nothing of the trade-off

when an artist
divests the garden
of its violets

© Diane Mayr, all rights reserved.

April 13, 2018

Poetry Friday--Ephrastic April, Day 13: "The Poet's Voice"

It's a special day! The doyen of children's poetry, and Guinness World Record holder, Lee Bennett Hopkins, is having a birthday! I've selected a painting by Alice Bailly, titled, "The Poet's Voice," to help celebrate. Mr. Hopkins is a proponent of ekphrasis as is evident in his recently published anthology, World Make Way: New Poems Inspired by Art from the Metropolitan Museum of Art. If you missed his interview on NPR, click here.

Today's ekphrastic cherita is part of the challenge I've set for myself for National Poetry Month. I'm featuring the artwork of women artists, many of whom never received the respect they deserved during their lifetimes. Each piece of art will be paired with a cherita.

"The Poet's Voice" (1923) by Alice Bailly [1872-1938].

the poet's voice

reaches the ears
of the crowd

for some an oracle
for others never getting
beyond the auricle*

© Diane Mayr, all rights reserved.

Thanks to Lee for guiding listeners' (and readers') ears (and eyes) to poetry, and for helping shape poets' words so that they survive the passage to brains and hearts. And here's to Poetry Friday participants who share their love of poetry and poets!

To find other birthday treats being served today, visit Robyn at Life on the Deckle Edge.

*Auricle = the outer ear

April 12, 2018

Ekphrastic April, Day 12: "The Witchball"

"The Witchball" (1931) by Mary McCrossan [1865-1934].

home decorating

never one to take
unnecessary chances

she includes a
prayerful angel along
with the witchball

© Diane Mayr, all rights reserved.

Witchballs originally were glass floats used in fishing. A connection was made between witches who floated after being cast into a body of water and the fishing floats that did not sink. Later they were thought to protect a home from witches and other evil spirits, and subsequently morphed into decorating accents!