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Apr 2016
THE CALDER TREE
( for Connie )

The tree stands
naked

against a sunset
leafless.

She cries for the tree's
lost leaves.

I tuck her into bed
promise to make her

a tree
a la Calder.

Dawn sees the tree
adorned

in mobiles...wind chimes
where leaves should be.

The tree sings
the morning.

Mobiles sings the day
that is

to be.

The Calder tree
orchestrates this Thursday.

Birds are
our choir.

She stands under
understands

the moment
as it

sings.Β Β 

She the one "stabile"
beneath the cascade

of wind chimes & mobiles
that the morning plays.

The tree
forever planted

in her mind
now

all of her
outstretched

as she listens to
Time singing.


"Each element able to move, to stir, to oscillate, to come and go in its relationships with the other elements in its universe. It must not be just a fleeting "moment" but a physical bond between the varying event in life."

Alexander "Sandy" Calder, Comment rΓ©aliser l'art?", Abstraction-CrΓ©ation, Art-non Figuratif. 1932.

She nicknamed the tree "Sandy" and was her wont treating it as a living being. "I must go out and talk to Sandy!" she would say and leave us humans for conversation with a tree. I thought it was a good idea to introduce her to Art naturally and throw in mother nature herself for good measure.
Donall Dempsey
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Donall Dempsey  Guildford
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