Marty McGihon
and Marcella Wolfe

Marty McGihon
Acrylic on paper

Marcella Wolfe
Inspiration Piece

She sits in a room
nearly empty of color;
claims she can’t write
with any hue around her.
In her study
the walls are bare plaster.
White tulips sit in a glass vase
on an ivory desk.
Paper without words is chalk white,
and all she needs to begin.

Yet stories must end when
dusk mutes day pale blue,
when treees rain garnet in fall,
or a lover enters the room,
brown eyes, palm open
in spring’s green distraction.

Running from color,
her room becomes a tunnel.
She hurries for escape,
notions alone the color of bone.
Love and fear are red.
The night sky, a black net over her.
She looks up to take in white stars
and breathes out aurora.



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  1. Posted June 2, 2010 at 8:03 am | #

    I’ve just one comment to make about both the image and the poem: Wow!

  2. Posted June 12, 2010 at 5:32 pm | #


    Thanks! It’s so great to get feedback! I had a wonderful experience working with Marcella on this Spark project.

  3. Posted December 15, 2011 at 12:52 pm | #

    Such a powerful piece, combined and apart, to feast upon. It brings me to a place of solitude then,like some roaring brook, I am awakened with color and life. Thank you for sharing this project.