Herb Morse's Vision
an old wrinkled woman
unsexed
by age
she could have been the grand
father
of the child
in her daughter's arms, her
head
painted large with shadows
pain
in every light
larger than the
dignity
of the folded hand
laying lightly
in her stiff-kneed lap.
the yellow collar
encircling
her neck
(echo of a
not so distant
past)
the artist
my father
sees
as a proof of
femininity
misreading the marks
of his own hand.
Stephen Morse 1970+? |