Following the Burning of the North Field


Found poems are one of my favorite things to do in the art room; they are what I do in between stories and while waiting for paint to dry. I am forever amazed at the way the words find their places and I discover a story. It may look boring to some but when I look at my bowl of words and old book pages, I can do nothing but wonder at what is next to be discovered. If you haven't tried it yet, I encourage you to do so. And if you do, please send me a link, I'd love to see.

The images on this journal page are two I pulled from my "picture tub" - a catch all place for things I've cut from old books and magazines.

Following the Burning of the North Field

A great wind arose.

It picked up,

cast up,

the corpses four feet high,

all the way to the sea.

Mistress Annetje* cried.

With heat-seared fingers

she clenched her fists

and pounded on her heart

in misery

for she was the gentle queen

of the field and forest,

a lover of the purple thistle flower,

and the slender white iris,

and now of the unadorned quiet

in the meadow

laid bare.

* pronounced Annettie

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gina louthian-stanley said...

Wonderful! You should copyright and publish along with your art! Oh yeah!

tricia scott said...

gina, thank you so much for your encouragement! it means so much to me, your blog visits and your cheering me on. blessings to you, dear friend!

Corrine said...

Wow, great poem. I love your ideas. I have quite the stash of collage materials, but your organized thinking about it is a different way for me to consider. Found you through Artsee...xox Corrime

tricia scott said...

thank you for your kind words and for stopping by, corrine!

Relyn said...

I really love your found poems. I thought they might be fun to try with my second graders. I'll let you know how they go.