Showing posts with label stars. Show all posts
Showing posts with label stars. Show all posts

Tuesday, January 22, 2019

Lizz Murphy Poem 381 Skylines 8




In the day blackjay just ahead In the night Corvus somewhere above So many stories Perched on a shoulder Whispered in an ear Fallen bird Soul from the sky Who was your message for Will they see it in the stars


   Lizz Murphy 


for the Skylines collaboration with Michele Elliot

Happy New Year everyone — just catching up

Lizz Murphy Poem 380 Skylines 7 (after Michele Elliot #38)


The moon wanes stars fade
I’m convinced I am on track

find my ankles swathed in stripped bark
resort to torchlight find my bearings

I have roamed westward pulled up before
ploughing into a broadening eucalypt

I right wheel and a Froglet
risks a leap across my path

and even tonight with
the new moon surprisingly golden

stars rampant in all directions
singing me from dark to dark

still I cannot read the sky


Lizz Murphy


after Michele Elliot's Skylines 7/#38 

 

Thursday, November 22, 2018

Lizz Murphy Poem 379 Skylines 5 (after Michele Elliot # 36)





under the stars
a right whale breaches

in the moonlight
blossom clusters
the sky is whale skin




 

Saturday, November 10, 2018

Lizz Murphy Poem 378 SKYLINES 4




































handkerchiefs
over noses mouths

above is umber
the sun a burn hole
moon a light stain
one breakthrough star

black-faced brown crows
line the bridge  men below
deal their hands


Sunday, September 30, 2018

Lizz Murphy Poem # 374 Does the Sky Bleed


DOES THE SKY BLEED


Do stars tremble in the face of the wind
does the wind roar in the face of the star

if you fall upon a star
what if you land on a point

who decided a star had five points

who first drew a five-pointed star in one continuous line
do you remember how hard that was

what if the sky was granite
what if it was galvanized leaky tin

what if all the birds took to the sky at one time
would it just be a traffic jam or would they eclipse the sun

what if the sky was a crow’s wing
‘raven’ (it’s not the same bird) always sounds so much nicer
the sky would be a satin shelter

what if you dream your room has separated from your house and is spiralling 
up into the black sky and now the walls are disappearing and your bed is going to slide 
out into the night into space would you be singing twinkle twinkle little star

what if you are in your pyjamas on the stairs and they separate from everything
and fly up into the sky and you are sitting on the edge of the first step
and the bannister has gone
is reaching for the sky an unachievable unrealistic goal

why do they say reach for the stars
that’s a big reach
it’s not like getting a dish off a high shelf

who washes God’s socks
is that when it rains

is falling through space like almost drowning
is falling through space like drowning only faster

if the sky fit
would you wear it
midnight blue

a wattle bird nests in a drought-thwarted tea tree
when I walk past it flaps its way out
cuts a line through space to a higher point in a nearby gum tree

does the sky bleed when a eucalypt pierces it
is that why the sky turns red as the sun goes down
does the sun get a sinking feeling


Thursday, September 27, 2018

Lizz Murphy Poem # 373 Starless



STARLESS

We believed in heaven occasionally spoke more poetically of the heavens often raised our eyebrows said heavens above! But that heaven those heavens were not connected to the sky The sky was just the sky Separate We didn’t look at the stars In winter we were inside because of the cold or shrugged into our ourselves and itchy scarves beholding our frozen breath thinking about our frozen feet In summer the night didn’t fall until midnight We were starless

*

In this hemisphere
city lights blur the skies

In the country
where the nights are black
and you can’t see the person
you are talking to
the stars are back to front
I try to read them
wish I had a sky size mirror

*

Mythology has the sky full of creatures and the The Milky Way is a woman spilling her milk It sounds so nurturing Women can’t help themselves Though in ancient Ireland it’s The Way of the White Cow which still sounds milky and may be how come the cow jumped over the moon

Friday, September 14, 2018

Lizz Murphy Poem #371 in the early evening skies



in the early evening skies
the star shrinks down to
leave the physical world
an elegant method of heeding


move relative to the stars
look for each moon
walk in the light

Saturday, September 8, 2018

Lizz Murphy Poem #370 One sky ...




Poem? Well actually it's drawings but I hope text will be added with other layers. Charcoal and gold paint-pen so far. Thinking about the arms of the Milky Way (as seen from above) for One Sky Many Stories. Today's increment at Belconnen Arts Centre, ACT.

Friday, September 7, 2018

Lizz Murphy Poem #369 women stitiched ...



women stitched into
forest like stars into night
she makes pinholes in cloth
they follow light
sewn sturdy


for Michele Elliot
after photo by Kelly Ryan Photography
workshop at Wild Rumpus Jamboree (2017)

A fragment written for One Sky Many Stories
at Belconnen Arts Centre

Thursday, September 6, 2018

Lizz Murphy #368 A winter river



































A winter river

carries into the lake

The sun repeats itself

Whirl and twist

perfect stillness





found text from Cosmos/New Scientist


Puddling about with mixed media, lines and fragments 
for One Sky, Many Stories a project at Belconnen Arts Centre in Canberra.
Hoping eventually to get a longer poem and maybe some art & text works. 
It's a Living Studio situation — very pleased indeed to be part of it.  
Pictured: some of my puddles with astronomer Fred Watson :)

Wednesday, September 5, 2018

Lizz Murphy #367 AFTER THE CONCERT



the moon sails

through rain cloud

a boat in the sky



a child refuses

food

on Nauru


Thanks for the invitation to come back into Project 366 Kit Kelen and congratulations to everyone who continued on beyond 2016!! What an inspiration you all are.