A while back, whilst posting about the influence of painting on my poetry, I mentioned the artist Jocelyn Merivale who died two years ago, far too young.
Below is a sequence of short poems I wrote after visiting an exhibition of Jocelyn’s held at her home in Merton. I’ve included a few photos of her paintings, although I’m afraid they’re not the exact same ones that inspired the poems – but they give a good flavour of her talent. I would put all her paintings up here, they’re fabulous.
And a small point of clarification – these titles and sub-titles are my own, not those of the paintings.
Every Bird is Singing
I watch the painting
with its thousand yellow birds
all edged in black
and only some time later notice
that all their beaks are open,
that every bird
is singing â€“
Green Ghost Girl at No. 9
Who is this green limned girl
stood at No. 9â€™s red door?
Wonâ€™t they let her in? Are there
bundles of garlic
splashes of holy water
sprigs of wolfsbane round the frame?
Does some sudden memory
paralyse the will of the dead?
Or perhaps she rehearses her performance,
how with just the right moment and angle
she might make forever good her intent,
push her teetering target
over the edge
of a measureless chasm of fear.
Or maybe she just doesnâ€™t have the power
to walk through.
After all there is only so much
the dead can do.
is everywhere. We are made to think
of our edges, our rocks and shingle beaches
bee-sting Victorian lighthouses â€“
of hulls on tossed waters
whose fate is to break.
But the sea is also amongst us
dull green with algae host
sitting, seeping around buildings â€“
an urge to circumscription
we can entertain, or not.
– This is my favourite
he tells me, it reminds me
of the girl I fell in love with.
A beautiful, everything girl
full of treetop song â€“
with splashes of red
falling down gold beside her
And, found behind the portrait of the baby,
a mental hospital, rain, billowing trees
in iron-dark grey
To see more of Jocelyn’s work, visit her website here.
Next week I will post a beautiful elegaic poem by Jocelyn’s husband, John.