| It Must Be Time For Lunch Now, 1979, by Francesca Woodman |
Insidious forks
melting like wax
into surging waves of madness
Fear keeps violence at bay
tines eager to stab
rest on sweaty palm
How peaceful then
is the lovely smooth bowl
of the spoon
Magpie Tales 137. I have to say--and art is subjective, so I can say this regardless of how others might view her--that I struggle with Woodman's artistic concepts. They're just too crazy-weird for me, resonating pure bedlam. Still. I liked the spoon...
Very nice. You captured the mood in the telling images of the cutlery!
ReplyDeleteLovely contrast of fork and spoon.
ReplyDeleteI never understood how much more violent forks could be! Nowhere near knives, but "surging waves of violence", none the less. I am thankful for the peacefulness of spoons. I enjoyed this, Terlee. Thank you. =D
ReplyDeleteGreat comparison of the fork and spoon. I find your opening line, 'Insidious forks' wonderfully arresting.
ReplyDeleteThe tines they are a-changing. Well written...
ReplyDeleteBeautiful...
ReplyDeleteI fear I might not sit down to sup quite the same for a time...loved this. The tranquility of the spoon, I can feel lit.
ReplyDeleteYOu captured the picture's image so well with your poem. :)
ReplyDeleteYes, stick with the spoon. Nice!
ReplyDeleteSpoon is always best especially for toddlers....love this Terlee!
ReplyDeleteI love the notion of insidious forks...
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