Thursday, August 8, 2013

Magpie Tales #180 "The Model"

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:

G-Man said...

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!

Cad said...

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...

Lisa Gordon said...

How wonderful this is, Margaret, and this is my very favorite Escher print.

Laurie Kolp said...

Powerful ending, beautiful word choices.

TALON said...

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.

kaykuala said...

It's sad creating but not seeing! May be saving for a rainy day. Nice 55 Marge!

Hank

Amrit Sinha said...

A beautiful piece indeed.

Sharon Bradshaw said...

I love this poem, Margaret, your beautiful words.

girlwiththepen1118 said...

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.

Jerry E Beuterbaugh said...

Be assured that you have been fearfully and wonderfully made.