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Handpicked Poetry Responses by Jade Pollard-Crowe

In this blog, artist and performer Jade Pollard-Crowe shares two poems written in response to paintings by Alison Watt and David Bomberg in our exhibition Handpicked: Painting Flowers from 1900 to Today.

Introduction

Handpicked: Painting Flowers from 1900 to Today was curated in close discussion with the Kettle’s Yard Community Panel. One member of the Community Panel is artist and performer Jade Pollard-Crowe, who has written two poems in response to the paintings by Alison Watt and David Bomberg in the exhibition. The paintings, and the accompanying poems, show the range of works in the exhibition and the many real and imagined stories that they evoke.

 

Her bodySoft yet firm like the Rose’s stem;

I almost long for the sharp pain of thorns in her absence;

Just to feel. Something. 

She need do nothing to be beautiful. Just exist; exhale; delicate supple petals. Inviting. Am I worthy?

Our blank canvas a sheet of promisewords not yet written and morning promises yet to be whispered

Captivated by the hedonistic perfume of the rose; my eyes rest upon jutting hip bones before tracing contours of restful shadowy tones;

Inhalation. May I never suffocate your bloom. May you blossom for eternity? 

A rose cut from the ground is always gone far too soon //

Alison Watt, Lying Down, 2025. Courtesy Lévy Gorvy Dayan

 

Flesh tares as a seedling stirs beneath ground;

The shattering eardrums of a thousand men are denied this soft shadow of sound;

A reverberation so faint only Grasshoppers and nesting Bees pause to commemorate the new shoot;

Land offering promiseA promise of a multicoloured life anewno danger posed. A peaceful timeless synergy between earthrain cloudsand birdsThe cycle always renewed with the sweetest of perfume.

//

I sit with explosive dejection / memories of limbs / stench / carpets of the deepest Maroon;

Stirring in my mind is a restless storm refusing the outstretched hand of lavender’s calm hue / with an agitated gust of red;

A hopeful hopelessness.

//

The perennial nature of flowers continue their cycle offering rest; renewal; and reflective answers in the form of paint. An offer of certainty this pain will fade;

For now, until peace is mine; is ours; I take comfort observing the cycle of life through this vase.

David Bomberg, Flowers, 1943. Leeds Museums and Galleries (Leeds Art Gallery). Bequeathed by Leslie Cohen, 2001

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