Poem by Christine de Luca
May 21st, 2009 DougOne of the real joys of my work as an artist is being allowed the privilege of working with some of the countries most talented poets. I have been lucky enough to have been given a selection of poems by the Scottish writer Christine De Luca, to read, interpret, and develop into art works. I will be reciprocating by giving this fine poet images to work with which will hopefully develop into an exciting collaboration.
Over the next few months I will post further images, texts and ideas as they are created. Here is one of the Shetland born authors poems I have chosen to interpret.
Breton circle dance
Ouessant, Finistère
An dro
Feet drum doon a aert flör
dancin hit clean
rivlins in rhythm,
side-steppin, saaft sheen.
Airms linkit tagidder
back, fore, up an owre,
lik flail apö flakki,
lik sail at da shore.
Minuet
Da wye da horizon wavvels:
hadds tae her, but tizes farder,
balances apö da aedge.
Even time dips her, salists.
An boats, heeld owre i da ebb,
recline for a artist’s brush.
Da snaar here - a slow dance –
isna sib tae da Manche whaar
tides gallop fast as a horse.
A sea foo o sky. Sun lip-lines
waves as dey hadd der braeth,
glosses dem. Dey tip, smush
inta smoorikins, a hush
apö saand; a linkin o airms,
a steppin tae da sea’s percussion.
An dro
Feet dance doon a aert flör
daddin hit clean
rivlins in rhythm,
side-steppin, saaft sheen.
Airms linkit tagidder
back, fore, up an owre,
lik flail apö flakki,
lik sail at da shore.
An dro – a Breton circle dance, with linked arms
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