Seating Available for about 40 people or your own outdoor chairs.
Judith Harrington
Artist Statement for
The Listener
Recently, my Poetry feels channeled,
speaking in tongues of angels
(And occasionally demons),
Sophia the Ancient Feminine
whether Divine or mundane,
Cadence of Prayer without Motive.
Inspiration as varied as Praise:
Often hidden visions of gestalt abstraction
sometimes reminiscent of news
Whether local or distant
Casual, formal
Antique, modern
and
Dangerous.
Delusionary.
All prompts echo what lies before me
Behind and within. As above so below
Entanglements
to be broken and mended
Gold links in a chain of remorse and sorrow
Magnets of Pleasure and Joy
Enso inscribed with luminous pain.
The old Silent Voices are ubiquitous
A river a stream a torrent of obscure language
Everything speaking at once
On ladders of flame descending
Voice of wren searching for home
Too sad for tribute between glass,
dove rising
(Bird flu ironic where we found her)
Never waiting always present
gifts unrelenting shocking
Awaiting translation, graphic transliteration
Revision
—mine—
Illustrated Broadside for The Listener
Who haunts my melody, timeless.
Honestly, I refuse to memorize my own words
(Though performance is engaging)
Because they are endlessly changing.
Let things fall off the page, qued up for reading
I cannot carry a tune…
This Lyric of Light is a shared burden—
But for us,
Lost in the stream of remembrance,
Forgotten.
Rowan Reynolds
Bio: Born in UK, graduate in history, mother of 4, moved to US in 2009. I’m interested in family & social history & how world events impact ordinary people. Having always been a journal keeper, I have recently taken up poetry as an add on to family history.