AN ODD COLLECTION
Mag # 137
( It Must Be Time For Lunch Now, 1979, by Francesca Woodman)
A frightened child
She cowers down
Partially covering her face
She shy's away
From the world outside
Hiding in this isolated space
She keeps an odd collection
Within the walls of this cold room
She has a strange compulsion
Of hoarding silver forks and spoons
She lays them out like trophies
A perculiar collection most would say
She lines them up on the window sill
In a very strange display
Inspired by photo prompt @ Magpie Tales
you know this makes me think of my aspie kid i used to work with...peculiar but def special as well if someone will enter their world...
ReplyDeleteIt was the first thing I thought of when I looked at the picture. I guess my poem is a reflection of the world that I work in everyday. Thanks for reading Brian and for your comment. :-)
DeleteBeautiful ... eloquent in its simplicity.
ReplyDeleteAww thank you Helen , you're so kind!
DeleteAfter reading your poem, I can see this clearly in the picture!
ReplyDeleteThank you Robyn for coming by and reading my Magpie and for your comment, it's much appreciated! :-)
DeleteHi Katherine,
ReplyDeleteGood to see you back here - thought you had left blogland for good. Very interesting reading the poems in your last posts - very poignant and thought-provoking, and makes me think about the story behind the words and photos.
Thanks for dropping by. I hope you're doing well and not quite as busy these days.
Have a splendid week.
Hi Rick, Yeh it's been a while between posts and life has been very busy, extremely eventful& most challenging. It's long story and one for another time,I think!
DeleteThanks for your warm welcome back and for your comment, it's much appreciated.Wishing you a splendid week also. Cheers Kath
I really enjoyed your poem and this image of a child in a strange kind of isolated play.
ReplyDeleteThank you kindly Harvee!
DeleteNice response to the prompt.
ReplyDeleteKatherine:
ReplyDeleteWarm welcome back... your poetry is still strong and poignant. Love the (Rhythm) the movement between words, and it was clever the way you used rhyming - to my mind at least I always associate rhymes with children. Nothing childish about this poem very sophisticated in an understated way.
Joanny
Hi Joanny, Thank you so very much for your lovely comment and for your warm welcome back. I hope all have been well in your part of the world.Have a great day, cheers Kath.
Deletewill be back to read some other posts of yours,,,
ReplyDeletejoanny
Sounds like a little Magpie to me! Nice poem.
ReplyDeleteThank you very much T :-)
DeleteOdd collection....odd photo, but great poem! Glad to see you back Katherine! :-)
ReplyDeleteThank you Carrie, glad you liked it! And thanks for the welcome back!
DeleteReminds me of my daughter's home when we first found her.
ReplyDeleteHow very blessed you all were that you did find her! Hope all's well JJ!
ReplyDeleteSounds a lot like me! So nice to see you back at Magpie, Katherine!
ReplyDeleteThank you so much Tess, it's nice to be back too. Have a great weekend, Cheers Kath!
ReplyDeleteYour poem goes perfectly with the photo. Welcome back!
ReplyDeleteyour new post disappeared...know you were seen...smiles...hope you are well...
ReplyDeleteThanks Brian I'm good...yes I was having a few problems with my Blog...all seems good again. Hope alls well for you too!
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