Meg Tweedy Studio : Poetry Inspired

"Lucid Dreaming"
April 2018
Encaustic
8" x 8"

Cecily Parks' poem "I Have Set Fire to the Forest" in her collection "O'Nights" inspired this piece. It was exhibited in the Concept Group's show, Painted Poetry, at the Darien Nature Center, April 2018.

"Touch Me"
April 2018
encaustic
8" x 8"

Cecily Parks' poem "I Have Set Fire to the Forest" in her collection "O'Nights" inspired this piece. It was exhibited in the Concept Group's show, Painted Poetry, at the Darien Nature Center, April 2018.

Meg Tweedy Studio Poetry Inspired mixed media

"The Date Palm Tree"
2013
mixed media
8" x 8"

This piece is inspired by a poem by my grandmother, Mary Roberts, who lived on a farm, about the life of a woman. I used pieces of letters written by her and, because she loved nature, a twig I found on the road.

My Grandmother's Poem
Written in 1957

Meg Tweedy Studio Poetry Inspired Paper, my grandmother's china, pinecone, wire

"Oh Purple Martin, Stay"
2013
Paper, my grandmother's china, pinecone, wire
8" x 8"

Purple Martins, by Mary Roberts

Exquisite form,
Sailing high,
In the sky,
Darting down
To other martins
Clustered on their
Storied house,
Singing their burbly
Corky song,
Then off on the wing
Tilting and floating
And soaring by.
Piercing the air
With their fluty cry.
Oh, purple martins, stay
With your roundelay.
Summer for another day.

Meg Tweedy Studio Poetry Inspired Grasses, china my grandmother left to me, wire, original poem

"Summer"
2013
Grasses, china my grandmother left to me, wire, original poem
8" x 8"

Summer, by Mary Roberts

Christ's joy is spread on the countryside,
Wild flowers blossom far and wide.
The tasseled corn, the red ripe fruit
Weighting down the tomato vine,
The beans and peppers all combine
To show the glory of their root.
They startle the angels in the sky,
And cheer the humans passing by.

Meg Tweedy Studio Poetry Inspired Family China, twigs, screen

"Bobby McG, Age Three"
2013
Family China, twigs, screen
8" x 8"

Bobby McG, Aged 3, by Mary Roberts

A little slip of a boy
Part elf, full of wonder, full of fun,
Exasperating, captivating, all in one.
Nothing inanimate in Bobby's world
"Don't hurt me fence"
As he crept under he electric wire
Which had scratched his back afire.
On the beach he ran into the surf
A large wave broke, he lost the race.
Salt spray splashed into his face.
"the beach did it on purpose" he cried.
But he soon forgot and I heard him say
As he waved
"Good-bye beach. I'll see you another day."

That night he saw a plane dust the tomato field.
The plane flew low and then it wheeled into the sky.
"Are tomatoes up in the sky?"
In his prayers he asked God
To bless the tractor, car, and wall (He'd torn the paper off)
As well as Mommy, Daddy, Kevin and all.

One morning roused by Kevins' chatter
I heard his little feet patter
Into Uncle Bill's room.
He sat on the floor,
Small, blond and winsome,
A child to adore.
He seemed inviolate.

I heard him whisper
"I just wake up, I just wake up."

Meg Tweedy Studio Poetry Inspired bark, heirloom teacup, twig

"Bird Cross in the Snow"
2013
bark, heirloom teacup, twig
8" x 8"

The first day of the new snow, I was out and saw a two inch cross in the snow by a twig, I suppose. Anyhow, to me it was a bird cross ...

By Mary Roberts

The bird cross in the snow
Was left by them to let us know
they love to sing
To Christ the King.
They sorrow for the crown of thorn
But rejoice the Babe was born!