Sunday, May 5
Bare bones lightning sketch,
tree branch arms;
face in focus.
Sky eats hair,
devours softer beauty,
leaves stark silhouette unsexed.
Uncomfortable wake of abandonment
follows artist on imagination's ocean
as her ship sails.
When I saw this Mary Cassatt's painting which Tess chose for her Mag 167 I was overwhelmed by a sense of 'something not quite real' - possibly created in part by the title. If it had been called 'Le Spectre de la Rose' after the ballet by that name, it would have caused me no problem. But 'Young Woman Picking The Fruit Of Knowledge'? That disturbed me. Hence my strange, not-quite-real-non-poem, poem for today.