Back from history to the present day. One of the features of the Poetry Festival was an art exhibit at the TAAG centre (Teignmouth Arts Action Group) in which each item was accompanied by an interpretive poem.
The idea of linking art and poetry is interesting and I‘ll come back to it again in a later post about the Teignmouth TRAIL. The interpretation of both is a personal thing – the eyes and ears of beholders often attach different meanings to visual and auditory images. Seeing both together can be revealing.
Art in Teignmouth though isn’t confined to TAAG or to the various galleries around. There is a growing flurry of ‘street art’ filling empty spaces, and I don’t mean graffiti but some stunning imagery. This poem is about one such piece of street art to be found on a back-street wall in Somerset Place.
Impaled in parade on a Teignmouth wall,
calling the wall to life.
Coal black on chalk white,
parked in the heart of street art culture,
not defiling the place
but defining that space
with your imagery dance.
caged on the page of a Teignmouth wall,
all snapshots of life.
Ink black on paper white.
In a frozen moment of time you’re captured,
airbrushed in place,
fleshed into shape
in mannequined bromance.
corralled on the marl of a Teignmouth wall,
tall shadows of life.
Ebony black on ivory white,
posed in the clothes that go with the posture,
wearing that space
to stare in our face
with your silhouette glance.