I see Grace in the upper right hand
corner of the picture which may be
under water. Under glass or Plexiglas.
Maybe ice. Bubbles around her face,
hair the fuchsia of flowers. Pictorial
division is vertical, in front of which,
the shadows become women
whose arms are tree branches—
mirrored, stretched, stretching, reflected.
Certainly raised up & over their heads.
Some of the trees have green leaves.
This place is “a pressure cooker.”
Precisely.
A world held together by string.


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July 26, 2009 at 11:58 am
jessiecarty
i think you just might have a gift for the ekphrastic writing!
July 26, 2009 at 6:05 pm
helenl
Thanks, Jessie.