I copied the Whirl words from Brenda’s Saturday prompt from the Sunday Whirl FB page into a blank word document and didn’t look beyond the words. Good thing too because I would have known and been influenced by Lady Lazarus and would probably have written a more slash-your-wrists-by type of poem.
We all are a bit afraid of my slash-your-wrists-by poetry…come on…admit it.
charge, art, knocks, filaments, cell, sticky,
pearls, bone, linen, air, beware, skin, call
It’s all in here with the steamer trunks and canvases long covered with old linen and sticky, stale air.
You know it. This is the stuff you can feel. The stuff you understand.
Open a trunk and watch dust pinwheel thru the orange haze of a 30-watt bulb.
Close your eyes. There is life here.
A merciless call in every cell, every hair on your skin.
Take a chance. Lift away the linens. Look at it.
Once you believed that art would open a doorway to a beautiful world. A perfect world.
As it happened, you were watching yourself, studying your bone structure, staring at a full length mirror from across the room.
And your vision focused on reality.
Some place where disbelief and pearls of wisdom are two sides of a worthless coin.
And as you live knocking around in your tin-can armour while your passion withers away locked in those trunks, under that linen,
Beware of aging in that cold room where even God is chattering his teeth.
Breathe in. Feel the charge. Pull off the linen and exhale.
And look up in time to see the aged bulb flicker its last light and listen.
Just listen to the sound of the frail filaments tinkling in the clouded glass.
Art: “Making the rounds” Mixed media on heavy Arches paper. (paper collage, pencils, pens, acrylics, chalk, nail polish, (yup, you can paint with nail polish if you want to) photographed with coins)