She Was of the Moment

This random poem was one that I wrote years and years ago, when I first started creating these word collages. It’s been through several incarnations while I have been distilling this new style, but the words had not changed, and the picture of the woman is still the same too.

This time I took an envelope from 1952 – front and back – and split the poem into two. I love the imagery of the words: ‘a traveller’s letter will away in the ocean’, which drove the pen and ink scribble of a rainy port, and also the words ‘it’s like wearing a rare enchanted dream’ – the tailor’s mannequin here echoes the hourglass shape of the nude in the first collage.

It’s fascinating to wonder where this envelope carried someone’s words – over oceans perhaps.

She was of the moment
a sweet summer’s legend
stories of inspiration
written until the end of time.

It is wrapped like a flower
where the warm waters
come to a rainy port
and a traveller’s letter
will away in the ocean.

What a charming heavenly quirk
of the season’s essence
it’s like wearing a rare enchanted dream
since you imagine the end.