What are Ozlandish Writings?

From July 2010 to December 2014 we ran OZLAND PICTURE STORIES as described below. Sadly though the number of writers reduced over the years and we decided to call it a day. We leave these as a record of the good times we had.

Are "You" ready to challenge your writing skills? Then participate in our OZLAND Picture Stories writing series at The Ozland Art Gallery.

Each month a new picture will be picked, from our OZLAND Artist of the Month collection, with different themes. Your goal is to write a 500-1000 word... poem... essay... or story about the picture picked. This is a chance for you to challenge your writing skills each month. Story can be written in ANY genre... sci fi... romance... ghost... fantasy... fiction... non-fiction... biography... mystery... historical... whatever your writing genre... feel free to experiment. Send your writing inworld to Sven Pertelson as a notecard to have it included on the web site. We meet at the The Ozland Art Gallery each Wednesday at Noon and 6pm SLT to read the latest submissions on voice. More Information

Tuesday, July 20, 2010

Christmas Love - lillian Morpork

This is an Ekphrastic poem - the style is old, a graphic and often dramatic description of visual work - art, literature or other. Ekphrastic is from the Greek words 'ek'=out and 'phrastic'= speak. Contemporary ekphrastic poetry may be any of a wide range of responses to many visial arts. It may be a 'conversation with, or a spoof of the art, or a start to a longer work. It expresses the writer's response to the art.

Christmas Love - picture The Little Blue Hose
by lillian Morpork

It's Christmas eve, the house is dark,
All is silent, everyone asleep
Except us. We lie, joined, intertwined,
Sweating, resting, waiting for the next bout.
After all, Christmas is a time of love,
And what deeper love can there be but
The passionate love between man and woman?

Bodies joined, moving as one,
Hearts beating to the same rhythm.
It is the reaffirmation of our vows
The restoration of that joy we've shared
A time when it is just us,
We two, together,
Bathed in God's infinite love.

Soon enough, morning will come,
With all the noise, bustle and excitement
As the children open their gifts.
Our gifts of love, sharing with them
The unutterable, incredible joy
Of all that Christmas means.

The tree, an evergreen,
Cover'd in bright decorations and lights
Representing eternal life,
Promised to all who truly love,
Giving an idea of the great joy and gift of Christmas.

And on the top, the angel,
Lovely, ethereal, looking down
Promising to be our guard and guide
Always there, invisible, to keep us all safe.
Safe in our life and love.

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