a country girl she had rosy cheeks the legacy of working beneath the open sky a twinkle in her eye she worked her spells growing market vegetables her two daughters running free climbing trees and skinning knees my girl has long since flown the nest and although I know I was not the best mother she has thrived and multiplied and I am reincarnated in grand motherhood a mother floats above a lake she is possessed by light and water and the ghost of her daughter suckling at her breast her hair is caught in the branches of a withered tree although there are no footprints in the snow she is in the company of other mothers are they entangled in their destiny? Kim M. Russell, 21st April 2022
It’s 21st April and today’s prompt asks us to write a poem in which we: recall someone we used to know closely but are no longer in touch with; write about a job we used to have but no longer do; and then a piece of art that we saw once and that has stuck with us over time; closing the poem with an unanswerable question.
The piece of art I chose to write about is a painting that struck me the first time I visited The Belvedere in Vienna. I had been so excited about seeing Klimt artwork up close and personal that I passed this painting by, but it caught my eye, I went back and was so entranced by it that I bought a poster of it, had it framed, and it hangs above the fireplace in our dining room.