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Creg Bedn

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Carola Colley – Creg Bedn

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Creg Bedn

The bones of time sleep
under the mountains, breathing
in misty dreams.  Old promises
are underpinned by illusions
of reality,  an eclipsed moment
pausing in lyrical abstraction.

A rugged mountain, in tones
of tawny brown, meditates
on plein air.  An outcrop
of silvery quartz reclining
on the mossed slopes
of Slieau Managh, bearing witness
to grey healing powers etched
on slate in lightning runes.

The rustic blend of russet, cedar
and sandstone keeps secrets
in hidden heather that cloaks
caches of songs buried in cairns, 
shamrock melodies in unheard
Gaelic and invading Nordic.

Shades of fern, pine and laurel 
melt into some distant aqua matte.
Jagged adumbrations poise
on fauve strokes, pastoral palette
and concrete fancy; some alternate
dimension that captures shadows
ensconced.  Moving colour out
to the spirit’s edge, a visible rhythm
silhouettes in tonal causation.

A contralto plays somewhere,
anchored on chirragh wings.
The bones wake up in white rock.

 Poetry © Usha Kishore 

 

Creg Bedn – translated as “White Rock” from  Manx Gaelic, is a huge quartz outcrop on the slopes of Slieau Managh (translated as “Monk’s Mountain), which is to the north of the Snaefell mountain. 

Creg Bedn is attributed with healing powers.

 

 

Read HERE about Carola and Usha and The Bones of Time project.

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

 

 

 

 

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Meayll Circle

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Carola Colley – Meayll Circle

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Meayll Circle

Time dances in a circle
at Meayll – your abstract
expressionism, an extension

of sea, sky, stone
and the bones of time
in analogous colours.

My discerning eye scans
your plein air for some
dissembling melancholy

or mirth.  But all I find
is the stillness of air, like
the smile on the face of God.

The languor of the sea,
frozen in imprimatura blue,
a crosshatching into the sky. 

An infinite meld; there is
no vanishing point, just
a harmony of hues.  I try

to piece together, the abstruse
rock sketched eons ago
by the sky in shadows

of flickering light, that you
carefully recreate on your
dream canvas –  a palimpsest

of time and tide.  Water flows
towards imagined spaces –
all gathered into a single

moment of inspiration.
Is this so abstract and unreal
that I cannot really decipher?

Your brushwork is not made
of strokes but magical moments –
border crossings into an ancient,

shaman time.  Now, I see this
ford, which ferries souls across,
at twilight time.  The giant

sleeping rock, a silent witness.
Now, I see their fires, paying
homage to the sea and the sky  –

torch-lit funerals on the hill
of the rising day, where
the souls stayed for the night

and left at the break of dawn.
The circle, chambered cairns,
in a ring of twelve, secreting

ashes offered to the elements
in ornate pottery, accessorised
by flint tools and white quartz pebbles.

You paint by day, their fired
funerals by moonlit nights.

Only time remains to tell the tale,
dancing in circles at Meayll.

Poetry © Usha Kishore

 

Meayll Circle is an archaeological monument on the southern end of the Isle of Man, consisting of a megalithic chambered tomb, believed to be from the Late Neolithic or early Bronze Age.  The Meayll circle consists of 12 burial chambers placed in a ring. 

 Meayll  – translated as “bare headland” from Manx Gaelic

 

 

Read HERE about Carola and Usha and The Bones of Time project.

 

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

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Lhergy Ruy

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Lhergy Ruy by Carola Colley

 

Lhergy Ruy

I see no red slopes here, they metamorphose
into achromatic variations on your tranquil canvas,
the Lhergy Ruy pass thins into another dimension,
where grisailles dye the fabric of air in astral glaze. 
You have religiously sketched a bedrock, whose
meaning and essence defies the human mind,
watered by shadow rivers that meander across myth
and legend; your brush strokes, a prayer to the sky.
My thoughts wander across tantric realms, as I
try to read your slate visions of infinitude.  
From somewhere, the cairns rise, meditating
in shades of grey, reliquaries interring the bones
of time in mandalas of earth, water, fire, air
and cosmic breath. They translate into Tibetan stupas
in my exiled consciousness that relentlessly roams
the earth in search of a dark eternity. In your
ethereal tonality, I seek a healing mantra.

Poetry © Usha Kishore

 

Lhergy RuyTranslated as Red Slope from Manx Gaelic. 
Tantricfrom the Sanskrit Tantra – a form of meditation and ritual that arose in India around the 5th century AD.
A Tantric – as in tantra, an esoteric tradition of Hinduism and Buddhism
Mandalaa ritual symbol in Hinduism and Buddhism representing the Universe.
Stupa Sanskrit for a hemispherical structure. Originally, stupas were earthen burial mounts.  Stupas are icons of Buddhist art and symbols of enlightenment.

 

 

Read HERE about Carola and Usha and The Bones of Time project.

 

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