Last year as an adjunct to my writing course, I was lucky enough to be involved in an artist’s book project. Four printing and four writing students produced a small hand-made book, with the printers creating images and the writers providing the text. It was a wonderful experience, not just because of the collaboration with a group of wonderful writers, but also to see the visual skills of our printmaking colleagues.
The theme for the book was ‘Shimmering’, and our brief was a piece of 100 – 150 words on that topic. This wasn’t the piece that got into the book, bthis image popped into my head straight away.
Locked within flickering gloom,
incandescent chaos washes over lumped passivity,
as the final embers of day pass unmourned
Behind the sullen fortification,
ramparts built to repel regret
are defended by quiet despair,
fuelled by the black concoction
that bubbles over the tongue.
From within the noisome cacophony
a familiar bass rhythm
into a solid melody.
Patterns on screen coalesce
into the shapes and faces
of a remembered innocent joy,
the shimmering blue box.