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Catchlights

May 25, 2015

venezia-151

A plumb-line steadies her straight neck,
directs her long gaze
inward.

She is alight with presence, monochrome
stillness fixed in a silent mouth,
weighted yet

with distant memories’ vermilion. They hum,
soft-shrouded in white
dust

from the parched south – her far shores
held by light eyes, opal
catchlights.

Does she dream sunny wheat rolling her
native hillside – silky as her daughter’s
bright hair?

Or are those glints from bare blades, spiked
red with loss? I long to ask, but she is
mute.

Alert perhaps to the crumbling story.

You frame her as an Old Master (Vermeer
perhaps), and I see her: smooth-rubbed
marble.

Histories ghost her lips – contours to catch
time, a trick of light magic.

Unspoken.

……

Huge thanks for this striking and inspiring image to a fellow blogger at https://aphotogenicworld.wordpress.com/2015/05/23/love-in-the-town-of-cholera-venezia-297/

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2 Comments
  1. Hey Teach…
    Really enjoyed this piece – great to see you back at it!

    Mick

    • Welcome Mr E! I’m working on being less cryptic, so happy to hear you could get into this one 😉 Course the great pic helped..

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