Sunday, September 30, 2012

Self-Made (Poem)

Self-Made

     . . . and then there is the person.

These fingers, thinned and silvered tines,
that thumb's thick thrust, one more dagger,
dimming eyes, unfilled but deep as a spoon,
bid cut to a knife, find matter.

© 2012 Maureen E. Doallas
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This poem responds to today's prompt at Magpie Tales: Francesca Woodman's It Must Be Time for Lunch Now (1979).

The epigraph is taken from a note Woodman wrote on an early print: "There is the paper and then there is the person."

To participate in today's prompt or read other contributors' poems, go here.

8 comments:

jen revved said...

A perfect example of your amazing vision, Maureen-- your ability to strip away the inessential and leave us with the crystalline and crystallized image-- gorgeous. xxxj

Linda said...

I love the way you crafted your phrases from the elements of the cutlery. Very nicely honed imagery, Maureen. Thank you for sharing this. =D

Laurie Kolp said...

Love the way this reads aloud... just lovely.

Other Mary said...

You have really taken this down to it's essence and show the artist's intention through the silverware.

Helen said...

... incredibly moving, Maureen.

S. Etole said...

what gift you have ...

Tess Kincaid said...

Spare and wonderful...

Carrie Burtt said...

"deep as a spoon"....this is an amazing write Maureen! :-)