was clear line of my belly
filled with salt & seashells
holes, much like my memories
fading away, a ship in fog
was bed of drowned summers
plated in orange light,
i should have said some things
let the tower fall & shatter to ash
was illusion of calmness
yet underneath are currents
a puzzle of faces
a skeleton, whose bones i still
do not know
was questions
do not need answers
not right away
see my right foot bleeding
i still do not know why
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The water is mysterious like things under our skin, a beautiful probing poem 👌
ReplyDeleteThis is absolutely exquisite, Grace. I love how you weave mystery into the poem with; "was illusion of calmness/yet underneath are currents." ❤️❤️
ReplyDeleteI know that feeling of ‘memories fading away, a ship in fog’, Grace, and the sense of mystery in your poem.
ReplyDeleteThere are so many unanswered questions, where we think we ought to know
ReplyDeleteFabulous the ending 2 lines
Much love
What the water gives, it just as easily steals away. Fine work, Grace, and THANKS for hosting / sharing
ReplyDeleteWell done.Frida would approve.
ReplyDeleteI really like what you did with the poem interpreting the painting. Using the title for each stanza worked very well!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful poem and my favourite image is " bed of drowned summers plated in orange light,"
ReplyDeleteI really feel this, as we are beings of water much more than we would acknowledge until we think about it...
ReplyDeleteThis is beautiful, and water, as a major part of our composition is indeed as deep and mysterious as a person.
ReplyDeleteI loved the poem, and it went with the prompt so well too...
Insight is inside sight, a line of vision occasioned by waterlines and murky things below. Some fertile employment of the Kahlo and endowing nicely a similar view to the reader.
ReplyDeleteThe unsolved final question fits the rest of the poem and image very well, the idea of not fully knowing ourselves. Beautifully written Grace 👏
ReplyDeleteMemories and mysteries! Such a well-crafted ekphrastic.
ReplyDelete"holes, much like my memories
fading away, a ship in fog" stood out to me, as well as the final stanza--which lingers.
Sending these lines back to you with appreciation. I hear a sense of patience developing in this poem.
ReplyDeleteYou evoke the mystery of this, and most, Frida Kahlo paintings, Grace and yet you set down thoughts just as she has set down images. As a child, I found the bath to be a place of lininal imaginings, my legs as landscape enclosing a fiord of possibilities, so I especially liked both the painting and your poem...
ReplyDeleteWhat lies beneath can be bewildering.
ReplyDeletemy son years ago at 16 years old cut his foot on a seashell on the first day at the beach. he kindly watched us get in the water. gave hurrah's to his 8 year old sister,
anyway, love this:
"bed of drowned summer plated in orange light."
so much water: flowing, waiting, under the bridge, over the heads, washing us, washing us away. I feel all of that in this
I love how you unfold the painting for us - such delicate imagery even when the story becomes more ominous - Jae
ReplyDeleteI loved your poem Grace, it was mysterious and held my attention. I did not expect the ending! 🥰
ReplyDeleteSo mysterious! Amazing.
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