Title: The Human Element
Medium: Plate Glass, Colored Glass Dales on a Steel Base
Dimensions: 24'' X 24"
When I first met you
she was present
in the spaces.
Her taste was one
of red apples
and white lace.
Small, ceramic teacups
filled curio shelves.
Pictures twain
were open in the house.
I missed your influence
on nights we dined
by candlelight and
later reclined
and read at will.
At Christmas
we danced in the dark,
and in screenlight
you carefully
photoshopped and reverently
bound each captured smile
into gifts for two daughters.
I listened and you
shared stories of
this woman you have loved.
I missed her when
I knew
the Victorian
in a blue dress
carrying a parasol was gone.
It was a fitting
when one January night as snow fell
you trekked across
the yard carrying
the bold, ebony
shoulders of a turban-
wrapped Nubian woman.
That night,
your fat cat hissed loudly
in my ear while I slept soundly
abreast your arms.
Not long after
an explosive collage
you must have
crafted years ago in
bold blues and bar golds
featuring an Egyptian prince
claimed space on another
prominent wall.
Tapestries soon donned tables.
Cut clear glass
took shape and form across
the room,
candelabras, The Human Element,
tiered sculpture that
caused me crave a lover's legs
entwined.
An old ice box was repositioned,
and centered around music
for the release of eclectic sound.
A shard tracked from your workshop
found its way into my bare foot
as I examined a photograph of your
father in his dashing hat. A drop
of bourbon blood
found its way to your lips
as I perched on the edge of a very
floral sedan that you casually
mentioned you'd soon prepare a slipcover.
I don't know what it's like
to lose a mate to death.
My mates have gone by way
of infidelity
and tragic loss of heart.
I don't know what it's like
to search my soul among
the remnants of an empty house.
The houses in my past
were primarily left to my own doing,
and were ordinarily undone
by my own hand.
I see each stroke
as birth, as light, as touch
upon your present moment.
This exhale of heart
you breathe again and try
as may to wake.
Your canvas tautly
trained to absorb time
and blend life into
worthy consideration.
I'm just brown eyes
entranced, invited
cross the matting
and if the cat keeps distance,
I'll view
as change and color come.
Scupper © 1/2010
Photo credit:
Artist: FredMead
Title: The Human Element
Medium: Plate Glass, Colored Glass Dales on a Steel Base
Dimensions: 24'' X 24"
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Comments
This is such a beautifully layered piece, so seamlessly weaving the art and lives and relationship together. Thank you for posting it.
Rated and appreciated.
"I missed your influence
on nights we dined
by candlelight and
later reclined"
crazy cats ... lovely, scupper
I love the lines "I don't know what it's like
to search my soul among
the remnants of an empty house.
Among others!