Thursday, August 26, 2010

A Brass Rubbing

Margaret Peyton of Isleham, Cambridgeshire
is cast in brass

I rubbed her shape through black paper,
a silver crayon separating my fingers
from her breasts

As if to stay prying hands, she held her hands
in outward supplication,
savoring control

She moved through paper,
stirring beneath lace,
conforming to pressure

I rubbed my lace lady
with care, afraid to mar
embroidered stitches on Viennese brocade,
to alter hang of cloth

Her face
framed by a butterfly headdress
burned through paper,
watching my movements,
focusing on my tenderness


Linda Watskin ©2010

13 comments:

  1. This is fantastic. Great imagery and description of your movement and her control.

    As if to stay prying hands, she held her hands
    in outward supplication,
    savoring control

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  2. Agree with nan! I loved the gentle care within this exploration to find that other person.

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  3. Fascinating. I'd like to see her

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  4. Excellent - a wonderfully sustained depiction of a delicate relationship.

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  5. What you did with your hands was fascinating!

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  6. Creative take on the prompt. Delicate rendering.Enjoyed this one.

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  7. Very beautiful and creative!
    Pamela

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  8. How beautiful this is - it sings with tenderness!

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  9. Your tender care depicts the love you have for your work, and is transferred into your poetic portrayal of the person herself. It also suggests that relationship we have with others that might be furthered if such care were the norm.

    Elizabeth

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  10. Excellent hook to open the poem. I enjoyed this one.

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  11. That last stanza is really lovely.

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  12. Such beautiful writing here, and loved your imaginings.

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