Robyn Hood Black, all rights reserved
Today I have time on my mind how there never seems to be enough of it, how it flies by so quickly even in the summer, how we need to savor each moment, etc.
And, of course, I always have poetry on my mind. Since writing poems for THE ARROW FINDS ITS MARK A Book of Found Poems released in the spring, I cant help but find poems in unlikely places. Ive been working on some artwork incorporating found objects, so now Im combining the two (found art and found poetry).
The photo above is of a 6 X 8 piece featuring an ad for Snowdrift shortening from a 1927 Good Housekeeping magazine. It also includes a vintage keyhole, clock face, flat key, and an old frame (all found in antique stores or on Etsy). The paint is acrylic and gouache mixed with gesso and finished with gel medium.
The ad was called, Next Time You Make a Cake. That would be a great title for a poem in itself, but I decided to wonder about time as an ingredient one could manipulate like flour or shortening. What if we could shorten time to capture it stir it up and taste it?
Time
by Robyn Hood Black
(Found in a 1927 advertisement for Snowdrift shortening appearing in Good Housekeeping.)
Shorten
and find
how it
is so good
sweet as new cream.
Youll find
its a
pleasure to use,
wonderfully tender,
naturally found in
today.
Make the most of your time today with great poetry rounded up by the wonderful Jone at Check It Out .
Comments
We used to have all sorts of old advertisements framed in the house in which I grew up -- some of the were "classic" cultural references, often others were quite funny transported 50-75 years into the future.
Thanks for sharing.
-Ed
Happy Friday, Fats! Time can definitely cook too fast. Glad you like the vintage-y art. Thanks for visiting!
Ed, how fun! Thanks for dropping by. Love those old ads. I wonder what future generations will think of our ads?
Ruth, thank you for popping in and for the kind comments. I had fun with it!
Hi, Donna - thanks! If you find any extra time, let me know... ;0)
But I'm worried. I think of the delicious crumbliness of a really short pastry crust and how it flakes apart so easily, and I'm sad to think of moments falling away like that. To me this is a sad poem. But then I have a tendency to hang on too hard to everything EXCEPT time, so maybe I'm learning a lesson. My favorite part is the ending, also.
Heard anything from TEKS/PF land? And look, my Captcha says "metairs skilful"!
Re. PF, I haven't heard anything yet, so if you haven't either, I'm in good company! ;0) Thought of you all packing up when I read Liz's poem today - check it out, but it might make you wistful, too....
Oh - I LOVE that Captcha combo - Close to metiere in French; you are skilled in substance and subjects! It sounds important, anyway.
Irene, thanks for such enthusiasm! More is coming.... Love the Vera B. Williams reference; got to meet her up at the Highlights workshop last year and she is just magical. :0)
(was just thinking about the TEKS/PF earlier today...good to know I'm not the only one who hasn't heard!!)
Mary Lee - Thanks! And Friday the 13th is lucky for me if I'm still in the same boat with you and Heidi.