Like strips of worn elastic I did stretch,
to make myself what others said I should,
until the fabric snapped and fell asunder
unravelled psyche's ground on which I stood.
There was the barest image left to see,
through empty strands of nothingness and fear,
but substance and true form was rent apart;
with nothing left of what I knew as me.
http://margoroby.com/2013/05/28/poem-tryouts-try-an-escher/#respond
This has a smoke and mirrors feel to it!
ReplyDeleteThis is one of my favourites of Escher's images. Love the last two lines, Ros.
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Oh yes, very very good!
ReplyDeleteRos I love yours, and in a way it is complementary to my slight bit of humour. I should like to see them together.
ReplyDeleteYes, great minds Viv.
DeleteA mask within a mask within a mask...And still we listen to other, hanging on their every word, while trying to find our own voices.
ReplyDeleteI'm here:
http://julesgemstonepages.wordpress.com/2013/05/28/fates-converge-a-may-acrostic/