Marks

In summer, a tan will embolden
marks of a faded despair.

Time tricked me once, and
marks of one time is on me, now
– forever they will likely stay,

hinting stories to strangers without permission,
troubling the traces of my lover’s fingertips.

Like a tragic tattoo of confession
I bear the crossed lines
of my troubled youths depression.

If you’ve followed my blog for a while, you might remember I attended a poetry course with Rommi Smith last year. I published this poem (link here) from one of the sessions.

Today I wanted to share with you this personal poem that came out of a short exercise inspired by ‘marks’. It came inspired by a beautiful poem by James Caruth called Marking the Lambs. I wanted to play with the idea of certain periods of time leaving marks on us, and physical ones that outlast the feelings of the time they came from.

Read aloud if you can, as always. Many blessings.

New Necessities and Old Tradition

A month to watch a wreath decay.
Ribbons pulls friends home
to mothers, in towns away, ‘cross
hills and tracks with luggage
to escape being alone on Christmas.

Arthritic, brittle leaves dry out, and
leprous branches fall.
Crimson berries, cries of red
from cherub-cheeks stuffed
with glowing rosehips
finally lose their gloss –

before shrivelling, fading
and passing into hallmark shades of Winter grey.

Quiet, deserted houses in cities
light up again come new year,
when the ribbon unravels, new shoes
tread into cold buildings
to find unused candles, abandoned blankets
and corpses of wreaths by the bins.

The Sky’s Eye and Ours

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The sky’s face watches, exhausted; blinks.
Blessed evening parades a lullaby –
woollen lavender weights travel
magically suspended,
hot-blushing sunset casts a mural
against cold walls, whilst the city turns purple
and the air to breathe is plum.

How many have painted a sun?
with twisted wrist and loaded brush,
an idea of bright, hot, white.
Artists eyes strain above architecture, feet stuck in
northern courtyards of red brick and cobblestones,
learning that all suns are not the same,
don’t look the same,
but look like us.

 

Overdue for an update

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Urban Leeds. Today’s offering. Gouache and pen

If you only read my WordPress, then you’ve been missing out recently. I’ve become a Twit @SukyWhettam, and an insta… person; Sukytyleri. I’ve also now got a facebook page! Suky Tyleri Art.

I vary where I post things because what I produce is so varied, so hit me up on those platforms, too. I would love to connect with you!

I’ve got a few things in the works at the moment. I’m about to mount and frame a commission, previews of which available on my facebook page and instagram. It’s a beautiful, twisty seaweed piece with lots of vibrant layered glazes.

Oh, go on then. Just a little bit.

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It’s too large to get a scan at home, so I’ll have to get a proper one done.

Also, I’m considering making a few christmas card designs, which I need to decide on quickly if I want to get anywhere with it! Need a bit of brave for it, too. Let me know if you’d be interested in christmas cards or generic greetings cards in the future.

I’m in the middle of writing a post about art journaling, which is a big thing for me personally. Looking forward to publishing that on here. I also have to decide whether to share pages of my own journal to illustrate my points! #vulnerabilityontheinternet

Speaking of vulnerability, I’m writing poetry again! Medication for my depression seemed to put a cork in my writing brain but now I’m off them (and have been for a couple of months) it seems it’s coming back. I’m so relieved. I will post poetry on here soon.

So that’s my bitty update. Check out where I post pretty much daily, here, here, and here, I want to connect with more makers.

And I’ll see you soon, with more meaty stuff!