Western Boots
from my studio window
mountains to the south
veiled in a cloudy mist
to the north Taos Mountain
Mother Mountain
sacred mountain
stands watch
a skull visible
on the side of the mountain
the little town below the mesa
a sleepy little town in Northern New Mexico
at night like a Christmas tree
lights sparkle in the darkness
Taos history of art and artists
who came for a new scene
a new landscape to paint
new colors, new people
two artists on the way to Mexico City
by wagon, a wheel broke just out of town
they flipped a coin
who would take the wheel for repair?
they loved the look of the place
they never made it to Mexico City
they stayed in Taos and founded
the Taos Society of Artists
Sharp, Blumenschein, and Phillips
most days the sun shines brightly
in winter snow
the smell of piñon smoke
from kiva fireplaces
Written for: https://newwhatsgoingon.blogspot.com/
Note: This is a photo in my computer. Since I am a techno-peasant, I don't know where it came from, or how it got there. Or how to remove it?
10 comments:
I love the photo of your beloved mountain, Annell, and the beautiful poem describing a special place. I love the image of the town looking like Christmas lights at night. I have heard it is a mecca for artists of all kinds, Natalie Goldberg for one. And can see why you were drawn to it. The desert has a beauty all its own. Thanks for sharing your poem.
What a beautiful photo! And what a beautiful story. Makes me want to visit Taos...sounds so peaceful there.
Interesting how the place was founded. I guess, they saw art and decided to stay to create.
". . . at night like a Christmas tree
lights sparkle in the darkness . . ." Like the light in your paintings! I'm glad to know the story of Taos. I've visited there, so I relived the place through your poem.
I love the images you paint in this poem, Annell. Sadly we have no mountains here, but I remember one in Italy where the lights of the villages shone like a Christmas tree. These lines stand out, the sensual imagery is so strong:
‘sacred mountain
stands watch
a skull visible
on the side of the mountain’
and
‘in winter snow
the smell of piñon smoke
from kiva fireplaces’.
I love the shiny image of the sleepy little town looking like a Christmas tree. Beautiful.
The image accompanies the poem very well.
Its warmth explains the quiet and peaceful environment...yet a different scene across the border zones, within Mexico..
I had to Google the Taos Six. Interesting group! I appreciate the rule that artists had to live in Taos for three years before being allowed to join the collective. That story made the poem come even more alive for me! Thanks.
Love the history in this poem and what a view from your studio window. Looks like a magnificent place
Stunning in image and exquisitely written ... love the way it expertly draws to a brilliant close that leaves one with the scent of the air.
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