color of morning is white
and cold
freezing rain falls on her face unheeded
eyes closed,
she hears crashing
waves of sea, sun-drenched words
leaping, reaching her core in
unending refrain
she moves closer, marveling
connection
the string, she cannot cut
not even in death.
so she sleeps
bubble-wrapped in marble,
waiting for his rebirth.
Posted for Poets United: Think Tank: Rebirth - I read some of the posts and thought I will take another route to the theme.
And Flash Fiction Friday 55: Tell a story in 55 words - For the G-Man. Thanks for the visit.
"In 1987 I was asked by his Widow Christina to carve a figure called "Asleep" in Carrara marble as his gravestone. "
Artist: Peter Schipperheyn, born Melbourne Australia 1955- Title: "Asleep" carved 1987 Dimensions: 460 mm in height by 2020 mm in length by 800 mm in depth [life-size figure]. Medium:Carrara Statuario Marble. Present location: Mt Macedon Cemetery, Mt Macedon. Victoria.
Story and view of the sculpture in another angle:
picture source: http://imgur.com/gallery/BeefO
This is powerful Grace... especially the last three lines!
ReplyDeleteThanks Laurie ~
DeleteAgain, excellent work.
ReplyDeleteThank you for the visit~
DeleteI've seen that gravestone before, but your words give it much more meaning than just having seen the picture.
ReplyDeleteGentle, vivid, lovely.
It is a haunting photo. Thanks for the visit ~
Deletesweet and sad yet there is an air of hope even if just in the far off memory
ReplyDeleteNow THAT is some gravestone. I adore your poem. I think the fellow lying under that stone might have a hard time sleeping:)
ReplyDeleteGrace...
ReplyDeleteThis pierces the Soul!
Fantastic 55 My Friend.
Thanks for taking the time out of your busy schedule to play today,
Have a Kick Ass Week-End
Didn't even need the pic, you described it perfectly. It is kind of haunting a bit though and nice leaving it with some hope though, have a nice night at your show.
ReplyDeleteeep...lol sherry....bubble wrapped in marble...nice....hope that rebirth comes...
ReplyDeleteA touching account of the one left behind.
ReplyDeleteA beautiful and sad poem. Lovely images and apt words for your theme.
ReplyDeleteThank you for your kind comment on my blog!
So cold the descriptions of the first few lines and that of marble suggest timeless, inside a preservation of love that is warm. Beautiful write. :)
ReplyDeleteI love "bubble-wrapped in marble."
ReplyDeletescary but nice picture
ReplyDeleteSo graceful in selection.
ReplyDeleteExcellent, almost like a fairy tale in the making, very creative angle on the prompt.
ReplyDeleteQuite wonderful.....your poem and also the sculpture.
ReplyDeleteA beautiful poem and tribute. The photo really brings it home. This was an amazing story that I had never heard before. Thank you for sharing it and your poem.
ReplyDeleteWow, that is some gravestone sculpture. Beautiful, but eerie. Your poem is a wonderful complement to the sculpture!
ReplyDeleteGrace,
ReplyDeleteI loved your imagery, it so describes the beauty, then you shock us.
I loved it, sad but so describes this fragile passage of time.
I have to read it again : )
You sure have a kncak of capturing beauty.
ReplyDeleteI like the flow and tempo, Grace. The words make the image even more lively. Well done.
ReplyDeleteWow! Just, wow!
ReplyDeleteYour poem is wonderful and stands alone, but when the sculpture is explained, it really expands the meaning and takes one to another level. I enjoyed this so much.
ReplyDelete"bubble-wrapped in marble"
ReplyDeleteWow, that is cool.
wonderful.yes, you have treated the theme unconventionally. :)
ReplyDeletelovely poem and very striking image...
ReplyDeletejust beautiful.
ReplyDelete:)
nice poem ,and that is one very interesting and lovely grave... if graves can be called lovely. I'd like a grave like that with a naked hunk lying forever on top of me :)
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