• Jenn

Untitled

THE VOW

I love the warmth of copper and its pliability. Hammering and shaping metal is oh-so-satisfying. “Sorry, can’t come to the phone! I’m in my workshop, FORGING!” It even sounds cool. I used the wonderful book Contemporary Copper Jewelry by Sharilyn Miller as a guide.

The abalone pendant is inspired by Elizabeth Beck’s gorgeous poem, Why I Married the House Carpenter. She, in turn, was inspired by the Scottish Ballad, The Daemon Lover. If ekphrasis is writing inspired by art, I wonder what you call jewelry inspired by a poem …

Why I Married the House Carpenter

by Elizabeth Beck

A phantom is always easier to chase/The chill always easier than/warm sheets on summer nights. Wrapped in the comfort of your distant interest and cold vows/The ghost of your jawline against the very present curve/of my cheek and I can almost smell you lingering in the doorway/The prickling wind, heavy/with tidal changes, delivering/then casting

off

away

I am the anchor, I am the sturdy mast to which you are lashed

Each harbor, screaming,

Each voice, singing,

How could faith outlast and outshout/the mysteries of Gehenna-under-waves/or my singular pearl compare/to the vast jewel beds beneath/Not the venomous sting of waiting/the swallowing sea that frightens/unknown, concealed and hiding in cold hours of contemplation/Instead let me take leave and row to you/Let us find our own savage island and

Terrify each other

Watching for the old darkness in shifts/our sore muscles soothing to the SOUND

of metronomic surf

Your eyes shining from the shadows of pain and moonlight/the undertow of eager hands/I am drowning – here in my chair, my shivers shaking/the thin panes/How many memories before we

Pulse into shards

And it SO BLACK, this sea

Each masthead light, a sulfurous hope/dangling in temptation like the blind beasts

Below

An impulse unaccountable/or, to tear and tear apart/in constant resistance

Unraveling tapestries until my fingers are/slick with the time passing

These ill-started stories are the words I wear/when horizons thunder like the surf

And we are all gazing from the depths

The rain tastes like a harbinger/like choking salt/Yawning before us, the maelstrom

Is each prim neighbor to deny the commerce of siren and shark/blood in the water/blood in our beds

And attend to the soft dying not very far

From shore

Can they not see

Faint but sure hills beyond and beyond

What hills are these

Cloudcast as the stars

“Come to bed” my husband commands

Your small whisper continues/to divide beneath my skin/divide and multiply

And breathe in my shallows

This poem first appeared in Creative Colloquy.

#thevow #copper #CreativeColloquy #contemporary #pendant #JenniferChushcoff #byjenn #copperjewelry #jewelry #wire #poem #elizabethbeck #ScottishBallad #TheDaemonLover #ekphrastic

0 views

Jennifer

Preston Chushcoff

Gig Harbor, WA

ARTIST & AUTHOR

  • Facebook Round
  • Instagram
  • Twitter Round
  • Pinterest Round

LIKE WHAT YOU SEE?

HAVE ANY QUESTIONS?

​This website contains affiliate links. As an Amazon Associate, I earn from qualifying purchases, which means that I’ll earn a small commission if you purchase through these links (at no cost to you).

 

© 2020 by Jennifer Preston Chushcoff. All Rights Reserved.