Here are two short poems, written in response to two different works of art. The first was written as an immediate response to the ‘window’ part of Anish Kapoor’s Memory at the Guggenheim in New York. The second was written sat in front of Chris Ofili’s painting The Healer at Tate Britain.
I have been doing this on and off for years. I find a work that resonates and then write down my thoughts as a poem. I might tweak it a bit afterwards but essentially what is written here is faithful to what I felt at the time.
I do not read anything about the work until I have written my poem. Sometimes, of course, it is impossible to approach something well known without already having some information or opinion about it.
Window of darkness-Lack of light
Sucked-in black velvet illusion of infinity
Vacuum of warmth
To crawl in and be forgotten and to forget for a while
In a cocoon of sensory deprivation
Of longing for simplicity
Wipe the slate clean of chalking up experience
Folding up the sun, eating the star
Dark emitting light
Yellow and black
Name above the crown
Spew as gold
Base material transformed
Mends the whole