Sunday, June 28, 2015

Barefoot Art and Words by Anne

"The Evening Wait"

Her Kind
(Anne Sexton)



I have gone out, a possessed witch, 
haunting the black air, braver at night; 

dreaming evil, I have done my hitch
over the plain houses, light by light: 
lonely thing, twelve-fingered, out of mind.
A woman like that is not a woman, quite.
I have been her kind.



I have found the warm caves in the woods, 
filled them with skillets, carvings, shelves, 
closets, silks, innumerable goods; 
fixed the suppers for the worms and the elves: 
whining, rearranging the disaligned.
A woman like that is misunderstood.
I have been her kind.



I have ridden in your cart, driver, 
waved my nude arms at villages going by, 
learning the last bright routes, survivor
where your flames still bite my thigh
and my ribs crack where your wheels wind.
A woman like that is not ashamed to die.
I have been her kind. 




Created for the 'barefoot' theme challenge at Digital Whisper.

8 comments:

  1. Great poetry and a most beautiful illustration with colours and textures to die for. Superb.

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  2. An impressing barefoot-art-piece! Ulrike

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  3. Magical collage as well as the poem. Well done combination of whimsy.

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  4. This is lovely, so rich and lush!

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  5. Beautiful and thought provoking piece of art, Stacy!!

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  6. Awesome art. Love the tats., especially the wings. Unique and beautifully created.

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  7. I love your textures on your art. Beautiful !

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  8. This piece is stunning. Love the bright clear colors
    Thanks for playing :)

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