December 21, 2020. COLD

“The Road” by Vian Borchert (Charcoal Drawing, 2020)

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“Voipel – A Note” by M.A.A.

Where did they all go?
Hands cover frozen shoulders
eyes far into wonder 
northern chill reciting days 
with our breath
entrenched in the mercy 
of its slumber

Face seen in a thousand mirrors
pointing beyond
snowy breeze of ages
so very old
around the distant peaks
they hit colourless cheeks,
eyes looking into
a black hole in the middle
for a dose of peace 
- it invites to listen

Where did they all go -
the people, the noise, the hate 
of every quiet voice?
time goes on, with or without
it casts upon us a long dark winter
turning every leaf into a frozen splinter
every fear into a daydreamer's sore
and with a polar touch 
from the unknown
gathers lone winds for 
a quiet tomorrow 

Those days of stubborn midnight sun
that tormented tipsy summer nights
it was on those rocky hills
amidst the towering trees...
but in the end,
it was by these Satanic mills
the world would always freeze;
the longer we stayed
the less we knew
the black hole in the middle
wanted us to settle its due

Where did they all go -
the hands, the faces, the eyes
and the hymn of the lungs?
paralyzed under
the black veil of the night
staring into 
the extra-terrestrial maw
which captured the Moon 
for its misguided light,
opening its jaws 
towards the Earth
and forcing us through
one last night

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"The Cold of Day" by Vian Borchert
In the cold of the day
I lay there thinking of the wind
How it howls, and how it moves
It blows strong through corridors
and sneaks with its sound under doors
to a strong shiver from my head to my toes
the cold is here
its frigid wind
its crisp air
its atmosphere!

In the cold of the day
I lay there thinking of the day
as it went away
I felt you were cold
to me as you left
and gone your way.

In the cold of the day
I lay there thinking of what to wear
a woolen sweater
snow boots
a scarf around my neck
the cold has cometh
with every chill
I will listen
for listening 
has become such a skill.

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“Self Portrait with Mask and Hat” by S.J.S. (Pencil and Marker, 2020)

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"Once Again, Winter" by S.J. Saighead
 And then again towards the days
 of hats and gloves and “Jesus it’s freezing”.
 Again towards bright, harsh mornings
 and dismal icy rain clinging to your nap
     in the dark. 

 Again towards the nights 
 of clutching to damp duvets, bringing in
 each limb to the body to feel heat again. 
 Again to watching, feeling, and seeing light disappear
     by the hour. 

 Each day dropping once more
 towards the inevitable cold heart of winter
 where all is damp and chilly in perpetuity. 
 This might be where infinity is borne, among
     skeletons of trees. 

 We cannot resent winter for it’s visit, nor
     mourn the loss. 
 But I do.
 Like a hedgehog or mouse, I ought to disappear
 till Spring’s breath warms the soil
     once again. 

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Next exhibition theme: MAKE IT NEW

Deadline: Midnight, January 10th

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Published by artisticdifferencescurator

My name is Seán and I am the creator and curator of the Artistic Differences Project. I started this project during the lockdown in Ireland due to COVID-19 in March 2020 as a way to get my friends and I creating during a troubling time. From there the project as gone from strength to strength and now we publish a new exhibition every two weeks.

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