RoadWriter

"Summer Night"

I wrote this poem in response to this painting by Winslow Homer, part of Challenge #5 on Create, Share, Encourage, a G+ community.

Summer Night

My bare feet touch the sandy boardwalk.
You are still wearing your shoes.

We dance, you insist on leading,
hand at my waist.

I hold on to your shoulder, the better dancer,
more experienced, at this.

The other women look out to sea,
as the lights bounce off the waves.

We can hear the music from the band,
far out of frame, off the canvas,
unpainted, but not unheard.

This summer night,
will it ever end?

I let you go, finally.

You are not my boyfriend.
I am not your husband.

Dance alone, darling one.
Dance alone now.

"A little grace."

Challenge #4: “A little grace.”

[Challenge #4…… use four different media in one composition….which tells a story….. include the journaled story or not as you wish……Any takers? (2 week challenge) ]

I used markers, paper, a canvas board and a glue stick. It was really hard sticking to just four media. To me it seems a little plain, but that suits the poem I guess… thanks for the challenge, Grace Solman !

Here’s the poem, which is part of the piece.

A little grace.

Iron bars
are not needed
to make
a prison.

Your mind
can build
the strongest
walls.

Before your eyes
a golden key
dangles.

Take it!

While you still can.
Grasp
liberation
with both hands.