Saturday, 7 March 2015

The washerwoman and refractions



A twist of fabric becomes its own whip
the broad back of the ghat+ an attack on grease
soap suds form a bubble between the hits
a see through glob, sea-blue on the breeze
not that the dhobin* has time to notice
a refracted sun of corkscrewed perspective.


I am entranced and terrified by turns;
she knows to ignore paralysing angst.
Each lens refracts its individual sun
all fabrics have their bricks and riverbanks;
whatever the tint and tilt of the lens
the truth lies always beyond the refractions.



+ Paved riverbank
* Washerwoman







4 comments:

  1. all fabrics have their bricks and riverbanks;
    whatever the tint and tilt of the lens

    Some things are similar in any culture, if you strip it down enough and really look...

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    1. Couldn't agree more! and sometimes you don't have to strip it down even...

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    2. Hi there!

      I just stopped by to check out your blog. I've signed up for yet another year of the A to Z Challenge and look forward to reading many, many posts next month...;~)

      Take care,

      Donna L Martin
      www.donnalmartin.com
      author of THE STORY CATCHER (Anaiah Press 2015)
      coauthor CHICKEN SOUP FOR THE SOUL: ANGELS AMONG US (Simon & Schuster 2013)

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    3. Great to meet you, Donna. Look forward to seeing/reading more of you next month.

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