Stories at the Park 2: inspired by Ceakay Ballyhoo

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About Ceakay

Ceakay Ballyhoo
Ceakay Ballyhoo

CK Ballyhoo has been roaming SL in search of wonderful landscapes and interesting buildings to capture and use to make her art.  She has also discovered the joy of background studios and is still learning new things every day, often through inspiration by other artists.

Her style can be best described as capturing moods. Feel yourself drawn into the landscapes of her pictures.  See the emotion and character traits expressed in the people she portrays.  It’s a dreamy world most of the time. Unclear lines, blurry, warm colours. Sometimes darker and gloomier.

There are often series. Sometimes around a theme, sometimes different takes of one scene, because she can’t decide which one she likes best and likes to give them time to grow on her.

Stories and Poems

Contemplation – Rosedrop Rust

Inspired by Contemplation

Contemplation by Ceakay Ballyhoo - Art at the Park, May 2016
Contemplation by Ceakay Ballyhoo – Art at the Park, May 2016

Storms in the pasture whip the grass slapping against her pink princess carriage like
wheels turning on fairytale cobblestones.

In the magical mist of dusk dust, her negligee serves as post royal ball bell count down
gown.

Hair as red as sunset caresses lonely shoulders waiting in solitary vigil.

The country road has lost even the echo of prancing hooves or footman finery.

The telephone lines hum Some day her prince will come, until the muddy morning’s
dew drop dawn.

Soaring Then – written and read by Caledonia Skytower

Inspired by Contemplation

Cotton candy sunset.
Grass dry with passing time
Faint echoes shouting,
happy shrieks,
merriment unrestrained.

Absorbent greasy corn dogs
Accompaniments abandoned
sticks of dog, popsicle
cones from waffle
and sugar fluff.

Is it enough, to remember?
soaring high on youth
rattling on wooden tracks
of certain ecstasies
delirious about everything.

Safer here, grounded.
A girl can think
away from the attraction
of firm thighs
and sleeveless tops.

Pounds meaningless
weighing you down with
expectations, responsibilities
luring you subtly
to somehow forget.

Wind in your hair
and the unrestraint of joy
Just a memory?
or invocation
invitation to fly
once again.

Falling – written and read by Kayden Oconnell

Inspired by Falling

Falling by Ceakay Ballyhoo, Art at the Park, May 2016
Falling by Ceakay Ballyhoo – Art at the Park, May 2016

I can float above the water, she said. Nonsense, he replied.

I have faith And my faith can move mountains, she said. Only dynamite and sweat can
move mountains, he growled.

Her faith was unreasonable, and she climbed to the top of the cliff and looked out over
the cold, bottomless lake. And jumped.

And fell.

And for a brief, snapshot moment, she did float above the water, her arms raised in
hopeful supplication, her face an unquestioning mask of blissful peace.

Then reasonable gravity reminded her that faith cannot bend nature, and the patient water welcomed her foolish soul.

Falling – Rosedrop Rust (read by Kayden Oconnell)

Inspired by Falling

Shadow in water,
she danced with pages,
like leaves in fall,
to drift in dust devils,
in concept and metaphor,
head back in lucid fire,
transcribing flurries of words,
falls of fairies,
to drift in waves of fliers,
to wander in thought,
another surprised observer of wonder,
launching paper airplanes,
at a world dark with anger,
and way too little blue ball gown ballet.

An Accidental Meeting that was Never Random – written and read by Trolley Trollop

Inspired by Lost Unicorns Found

Lost Unicorns by Ceakay Ballyhoo, Art at the Park, May 2016
Lost Unicorns Found by Ceakay Ballyhoo, Art at the Park – May 2016

I met a unicorn all unawares grazing on the banks of a sun-washed stream so clear I could see the individual scales of iridescent fish which glided by in serene untroubled formation.

Another of his kind stepped into the stream with measured graceful steps. Two more—Mother and child, perhaps—waited in the brush unconcerned. I strained my neck to get a closer look, holding myself still, shrinking to my smallest size as a hunter often will. They were unperturbed.
What strange place was this with animals which had no fear of my kind? I aimed. I fired.

I wept.

The Nap – written and read by Caledonia Skytower

Inspired by Mermaid Dreaming

Mermaid Dreaming by Ceakay Ballyhoo, Art at the Park, May 2016
Mermaid Dreaming by Ceakay Ballyhoo, Art at the Park, May 2016

“Let go.”

The voice was lazy and lyrical as the miasma of noontide lolled about her. It felt so
good, drying out. The sun massaging its warmth into every strand, caressing each scale,
a slight breeze grazing on her skin. Bright against sandstone neutrality, her mind
fantasized about feet, legs, running, jumping, dancing.

Then something shifted and she sniffed, smelling it. She wasn’t ready for it to be over but
something was sizzling, straining for attention. An insistent presence, young, full of
questions she didn’t want to answer now.

“I said, let go of my tail – I mean it!”

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