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Corrody Keeill

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Carola Colley – Corrody Keeill

Corrody Keeill

Your canvas is a pilgrimage, an excavation
of the bones of time that breathe in a mosaic
of brunailles and verdailles, charting the diptych
of earth and sky.  A reflective pentimento unveils
secrets buried in cairns; bronze age dilates
from your palette, possessed by vignettes
of antiquity that dream across light and shade.
A keeill, a wayside shrine, built on mounds, where
souls sleep beneath the narrow vault of grey heaven;
silent shamrock, camouflaged under pastel greens,
tugs at the limpid sleeves of kneeling spirits
that pray from the dark catacombs of history.
A walk in well, a baptism in hues of chamoisee,
chestnut and cordovan, a cryptic encounter
with the remains of yesterday.  My eyes cannot
fathom this abstract landscape, but a blissful
tranquillity draws me into your float-mounted,
surreal world, your brush strokes hatching
a journey into the core of the earth.

Poetry © Usha Kishore

Keeill –   Manx Gaelic for “shrine or cell”.
Corrody – is a pension or allowance awarded by the church.
Corrody Keeill  –  can be interpreted  as a small shrine maintained by the diocese.

 Poems from On Manannan’s Isle – © Usha Kishore
Painting – © Carola Colley

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Knock Y Dhooney

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Carola Colley – Knock Y Dhooney

Knock y Dhooney

The landscape opens to plein air, the hills,
the white dotted sheep, the stretch of the sea
flowing in bands of aqua and foam, the ghost-boat
chasing a fleeing eidolon, the rocks sequinned
with specks of light and shade, stroked in mint,
brown, grey and silver.  In the valley, an evergreen
gorse flowers in speckled yellow.  The tall,
cloaked man on the distant hill sings to the winds,
while the fields harvest in a riot of  green shimmer:
thyme, sage and marsh whispers.  You slice
the bones of time with metaphors of sharp colour.
An invading sky looms over my thoughts,
an empyrean realm dictating  divine decree
to my temporal state.  My exiled verse takes wing
with the clouds, mapping your palette.

Poetry © Usha Kishore

Knock Y Dhooney (translated as “Hill of the Fort” from Manx Gaelic) –  is a stretch of farmland in Andreas.  Knock Y Dhooney is the Viking burial site of Athacan the Smith.

 Poems from On Manannan’s Isle – © Usha Kishore
Painting – © Carola Colley

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Cronk Sumark

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Carola Colley – Cronk Sumark

Cronk Sumark

I try to read between your alla prima strokes.
The sea, lulled by the land, sings in sapphire
topaz, turquoise, serpentine jade…

The flutter of origami leaves in silver,
the occasional amber; crystal rocks saluting
the open sky in Kandinskian chroma.

The trees, metamorphosed dryads,
summon the fleeting wind, humming
their twilight vespers to the distant water

that has carried light across the horizon.
The sun seems asleep, a smile on his face,
his hair rustled by your brush strokes.

The sky cherishes memories of clouds,
the hills bleed in verdant hues; the lime-
green grass, a mosaic of  your thoughts.

As the day begins to withdraw into darkness,
ghost shades of air haunt the canvas, disguised
in pale blue that rustles from here and there.

Only the sanguine sand is adrift, poised
precariously between the mountains and the sea.
A witching hour sweeps your landscape.

Your meditations in fluid colour, outlining
shapes in the water-miscible inlet, a prayer
to gently rising eternity, the absent moon.

Your organic abstract lacquers the moment, blending
it into pictorial space; the vanishing point, unravelling
in lapis blue, unveils an iron age hill fortress,

buried in megaliths, virtually impregnable,
but in druid spell and oil paint.  You chronicle
a lost epoch in green chartreuse.

And in an emerald womb, time prepares to sleep
in a dolmen covered by the patina of ritual
and lichen, his dreams sinking into the earth’s core.

Poetry © Usha Kishore 

 

Cronk Sumark  (translated  from Manx Gaelic as “Primrose Hill” ) is an iron age hill fort on the Isle of Man.  It is virtually an impregnable site, on a steep-sided rocky hillock overlooking the island’s northern plain

 Poems from On Manannan’s Isle – © Usha Kishore
Painting – © Carola Colley