Tea Ceremony, 10"x7¾", 25.5x19cm, coloured India inks, pencils on archival unbleached paper.
Earlier versions: ink drawing; mid-way.
Tea Ceremony
The grace in living,
teapot, tea leaves, steeping.
She bends to pour.
When the waters
washed away the homes.
Clotted blood
of his wounds.
Petals floating on dirges.
Yet laughter of lovers,
her heart of memory.
Landscapes of green
move through us.
Comfort of the gentle
and exact tea ceremony.
Love is everything
the great artist sings.
©Brenda Clews, 2009
I love your poetry Brenda,,you're right it certainly took an unexpected turn..I do like it though..
ReplyDeleteoxo Claire
Thank you, Claire. I did quite a bit of research on the Tea Ceremony, and thought about the tableaux of life, the dramatic backcloth, and the simple yet concise tea ceremony and the comfort that ritual brings. When I drew her I didn't think she was a woman in grieving, but that's what emerged in the writing. And I'm listening to Barbra Streisand's new CD 'Love Is the Answer,' and hence the great artist in the last lines.
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