PUPPETRY
In sleep she found the festal art
of animated puppetry
the strings she wrenched in rapid haste
her actions cloaked in fantasy.
With providence in sleep ordained
she learned to bear infirmity
the cicatrice in evidence
of wounds from darkest imagery.
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Author:
Michael Edwards (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Leave you to make what you will of both poem and painting - it's a monotype painting done in oils.
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Though provoking write Michael.
I like the artwork, I can see many things in it.
Thanks Andy - the painting is one of a series I am currently working on - glad you liked them both.
As Goldie said, it is thought provoking, am just not sure yet of what kind of thoughts! 🙂
I think sometimes your fertile mind is miles ahead of us!
I guess the festal art is really the dreams which develop from nowhere and are really just fantasy. The dark imagery of the dream leaves scars which are only borne in sleep itself.
Probably still clear as mud. The truth is I love words and word associations and love to weave them together - if the result makes little obvious sense so be it - just like abstract art the reader is left too interpret howsoever he wishes - or not at all.
Clear as mud, Michael! In the old days they probably would have burned you on the stake as a sorcerer!
Truth to be told, I love your word associations and weaving. If I get it, fine. If I don't, that's fine too! Like you said, it is like a painting. We can like it without understanding it. Actually, the same goes for women!
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Be with you in a moment - *gets out dictionary for cicatrice*!
Scar but scar would have interrupted the metre so cicatrice it was - cheers Orchi.
LOVE THE MONOTYPE ~ It has a real Roller Coaster feel to it and of course in the "Old fashioned" Goose Fair we used to have at Nottingham there were always PUPPETS and MARIONETTES ~ that's your link !
He can stand on his head
While making his bed
And then in a minute get in it
He'll do any trick
That you'd ever pick
And then in addition ARITHMETIK !
POCO the Puppet can do anything
If SOMEBODY ELSE ~ pulls the STRING !
That's the problem with being a Puppet ~ MICHAEL
It's the attitude of the STRING PULLERS
Thanks for your CARE 'n SHARE ~ BRIAN
Yes know the Goose Fair - I used to work in Nottingham many years ago - thanks Brian.
Thanks Michael ~ I did some work @ Nottingham University ~ A great City ~ Southern Affluence and Northern Character ~ Best of both Worlds and they do say the Classiest Girls in the UK ! The GOOSE FAIR is a real anachronism ~ Travelling Fairs & Circus' seem to be a Dying Breed ~ I love carousels ~ may [ost a poem on one this week ! Yours BRIAN ~ At heart I'm an Edwardian like my Granddad not an Elizabethan (the FIRST !) like ORCHI !
Love them both
Thank you Tony
Welcome
A universe in itself
is the mind of an artist
Where the imagination goes
the pen will follow farthest
Thanks AP and love your little verse.
Well, I had the notion that it applies well here. ; )
loved the feel of this michael
Cheers Ron
Michael,
Brief but powerful...
A superb write and artwork!
CICATRICE...the scar left
from the silent suffering
of a manipulated marionette!
Thanks so much Laura
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