Sunday, September 30, 2012

Flatware

It Must Be Time For Lunch Now, Francesca Woodman


Leave your offering
for the kitchen gods
as they sharpen their teeth.
Pay tribute
to their need
with smooth, grey hours.

Then crouch on the ledge
and let the view
snatch your breath
as you fly,
vulnerable and knowing,
to the chalk outlines below.


This writing prompt and more responses can be found at The Mag.

44 comments:

  1. Chilling offering to the Kitchen Gods ~ Good one ~

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  2. Oh, this is creepy. I think I'll turn my back on these gods and become a culinary atheist.

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  3. Poor Francesca! I feel so sorry for what ever demons led to her fate! You have described the outcome so expressively here, Mary. I love the elusive nature of the "smooth grey hours " . Thank you for sharing this vivid poem. =D

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    1. Thank you Linda for your thoughtful response.

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  4. Ooo, that flatware of the Kitchen Gods!

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  5. Brilliant and intense, re-evoking Woodman's suicide-- brava! xxxj

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  6. Those gods might serve the cat up on a plate
    A fact I would surely hate

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    1. Nope, not cat for dinner. But could I interest you in some green eggs and ham?

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  7. Ooh, I understand the photographer did take her own life. The sadness of the photo is captured in your verse.

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    1. I'm glad it connects for you Gerry. Thanks for reading.

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  8. Hints at Woodman's strange and exotic imagination.

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  9. Interesting- smooth stones, grey hours- Hmmm. Thanks.

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  10. Wow, you really went to the dark side on this one, Mary. I like the subtleness of this. Using "chalk lines," we know where the story ends without actually being told the obvious. Very nice word choice. Well written, my friend.

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  11. Thank you Ginny, it didn't start that way, but you know how these things sometime evolve.

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  12. oh great use of language to set an edge in this.....the sharpening of teeth...the flying to the chalk lines below....oy, thinking of body outlines....nice take on the pic....and happy monday to you as well...smiles.

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  13. Hey thanks Brian! Great stuff you've got over at your place!

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  14. Your poem ranks right up there with the best!!!

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  15. wow!!..the chalk outline made me shiver!

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  16. A lot of feeling in this. A particularly good response to the prompt.

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  17. The kitchen gods. I like that. Nice write, Mary!

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  18. Time is not linear in this one , Mary , well cleft !

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  19. Wonderful write...so tragic. You have captured the pain and the tragedy of a life cut short with eloquence.

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    1. Thank you Susie. I appreciate your support.

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  20. Love the unique way you went with this Mary!

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