There are no words to express our sadness on the passing of our dear friend and colleague, Vicky Phelan. So instead we leave you with a poem, written by Vicky’s colleague Dr Christa de Brun in response to the Vicky Phelan Triptych Portrait painted by artist Vincent Devine.
Triptych in Blue
Whirling hues of blue, darker the deeper,
life folded, poured by time’s hand
into triptych.
Flesh and blood clothe themselves in thunder,
guilt spills her shrouded shores,
courser gleams in standstill.
You sit, radiant as lava, eyes blaze dominion,
hair burnished like newly spun gold wire,
body hollowed under siege in service of myth.
The crimson lowrie unfolds its wings,
roots branch and stretch in stilled accord,
solace stitched through dappled bone.
The veil grows thin, seams of light split in
shimmering hours, each moment a sacred guest.
The moon gathers her stars, folding waves
in deep blue shadows on azure sea,
stippled footprints in swept sand proclaim
your hallowed spirit on sapphire strand.