which inspires 12 Artists and 12 Poets
to create new work based on the exchange of one artwork and one poem by each participant.
ArtPoems culminates in a stage performance
incorporating art, poetry, music and dance.
Created and Produced by Lorraine Walker Williams
with Co-Chair Joe Pacheco
Pride in the Leader by Andrew Corke ArtPoems 2014
Malala by Myra Roberts ArtPoems 2014
Inspired by Andrew Corke's Pride in the Leader
(For Tsavo, recently from Naples Zoo)
Roar reverberates again,
Resonant, rich with
Remembrance and reverie. My
Restorer roamed, ransacked
Receptacles of the rejected.
Refused no refuse,
Retreaded my route toward
Resurrection and revival.
Recorked, my mane remains
Redolent with River Road
Reds and Rosés, my eyes
Relit and refulgent, my mouth
Remembering roads it rode, I,
Rex Redux, Ruler of the Realm,
Rise and roar again.
Inspired by Myra Roberts' Malala
On the beach, twilight
drifting over waves lapping.
Evening star rises in a darkening sky.
Tiny points shine from blackness.
A world away a courageous girl,
Malala becomes the voice of young girls
kept in dakness, the darkness of illiteracy,
simply because they are born female,
girls who hide books under their clothes,
girls who risk to learn.
Malala pleads: Education is the only solution.
The world listens—
Under threat of a fatwa this child,
this child wages war with words.
Far from the comfort of America,
a Taliban gunman shouts: Who is Malala?
Bullets pierce her left eye—
She will not be silenced…
Her words become more powerful than a gun.
She the wisp of light slipped under the door,
the grain of sand that wears away rock.
Malala, the flower against the stone wall,
seed grown from the crack in the walk.
One child, one teacher, one book can change the world.*
On the beach on a clear night, thousands of stars.
How many of us look up,
blind to what is before us?
Malala, you open our eyes to hope
for all girls who will rise with a book and a pen
from the depth of darkness
to sear ignorance with the fire of learning.
Lorraine Walker Williams
*Malala Yousafzai Speech at the United Nations
Remembering The Cliff House,
Ocean Beach, San Francisco
Inspiration for Artist Jan Palmer Curl My Toes
If I were to visit there again,
I'd skip the waiting to be seated,
forget about the fine
fine California wine,
and the table beside the plate glass window,
reserved to watch the orange sun
drop in the Pacific.
I'd leave my Nikon
with the 18 millimeter lens
behind me, behind me
somewhere, someplace else.
my skirt was delicate and white,
and, easing to the water's edge,
curl my toes
against the cliffs in place,
cliffs in place since Genesis.
for the roaring of the lions of the sea.
And as my face is misted
with the white white froth,
and as my hair is blown --
disheveled by the wind,
I'd welcome the shiver
from the crash,
of the cold cold waves
against those rocks,
stalwart and steadfast
Curl My Toes by Jan Palmer ArtPoems 2014