Last night the Ekphrastic Exhibit opened in Broken Hill, but unfortunately I was not able to be there due to road flooding. This was an unusual exhibition, involving collaboration between visual artists and poets. A number of artists working in different media created artworks upon the theme of ‘plastic lives’, the relationship between women, plastic, and life. Then poets were invited to write something inspired by one of the artworks.
I chose a lovely monochrome nude by Phyllis Raganovich. We talked a little about her feelings and intentions in creating the artwork, and her phrase “how I wish I could have those years again” resonated with me and formed the basis of my poem. Here is her artwork:
And here is my accompanying poem:
Oh how I wish
I could have those years again
I still dream I’m her
The woman who ran, laughing, for the bus
Danced down sidewalks when the wind blew
Breasts like ripe peaches, firm and soft
The hollow in my hip where my hand lay in sleep.
For you, love, I wish I could be her again
Back before life wrote on my skin
That you could have known me in those years
Met the woman I am in dreams, who still runs
But here, in the night, when you hold my breast
When you lay your hand in the hollow by my hip
I think you feel her beneath my skin
The wind that still blows, the scent of peaches
Still the dance of tender love.