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| M.C. Escher "Drawing Hands" 1948 |
The Model
Eyes of brown
become strokes of blue,
curved lips, hips,
a brushed caress.
Blush no longer,
yet he paints innocence
in field of flowers,
oak studio floor
transformed
as much as I.
Resigned.
He'll never see
beyond his hands,
beyond creation.
by Margaret Bednar, August 8, 2013
This is for Magpie Tales #180 A weekly visual prompt given by Tess Kincaid for our writing enjoyment.
10 comments:
I saw a Sci-Fi movie about this kind of thing, it was called Dead Man's Hands.....:P
I have missed you Margaret Bednar!
Surely the artist sees way beyond his own hands, all the time? Though the model, of necessity, is always self absorbed or they couldn't hold a pose so well...
Interesting Mag subject, though...
How wonderful this is, Margaret, and this is my very favorite Escher print.
Powerful ending, beautiful word choices.
This is beautiful, but there's a thread of sadness, too. To only create, but never to see? I wonder what that would be like? Loved your 55, Margaret.
It's sad creating but not seeing! May be saving for a rainy day. Nice 55 Marge!
Hank
A beautiful piece indeed.
I love this poem, Margaret, your beautiful words.
sorry I've missed your recent posts but I've been hospitalized... I loved the transformation in your theme--from noun to pronoun, and the free verse style ~ Hope you're well & happy dear, as well as your children ~ Blessings dear heart.
Be assured that you have been fearfully and wonderfully made.
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