| It Must Be Time For Lunch Now, 1979, by Francesca Woodman |
Draw a fork
Draw a fork
If I draw a knife
They take me away
Where there aren't even spoons
It must be time for lunch now
My stomach growls in unison
With the voices
I must remember
Draw a fork
Draw a fork
THEY
The ones who take my knives
Do not know the damage a fork can do
I must remember
Draw a fork
Draw a fork
Through the pill fog I know
This innocent fork can end the nightmare
But I cannot give my secret away
I must remember
Draw a fork
Draw a fork.
27 comments:
I am thinking about this one . . .
alright...there you go, back to a bit of comfortable darkness...hehe...ugh, drawing lots alone is rather scary...a fork or knife...and the damage they can being a factor is a bit scary...it is eerie as the picture...
This cuts to the bone...
that photo has me thinking
Creepy but good . Have a great day !
Scary! :)
They trouble me too....
I have furnished a cave of my own and they can't get to me here, I hope. They have lost interest for now as I fiddle about.
Draw a fork, draw it out and elongate the world like rubber until it nearly snaps.
wow. so dark.
An excellent dark and edgy read.
This is definitely edgy and is reminding me of past experiences that will never be forgiven or forgotten. You have left memorable words in my heart Gail. Thank you for sharing this. ♥
hummm i am thinking.. can you smell the burning sawdust?
I agree this is dark and reminds me of somebody on pills, like in an asylum ~
Good one ~
Interesting and imaginative poem.
PD. Abstract photography can also be visual poetry.
Oh, I like that very much. You more than outdid yourself here. What a masterly poem. Sometimes you have strokes of genius. xox
...and over the edge into madness we go, at least the impression I got from the words. I like the spoken train of thought in this. Nicely penned.
Very Well done Gail - I ber you could spin a tale or two round the olde campfire on Halloween. :)
This catches the Woodman's exotic imagination very well.
You've put me some place between the movies "The Others" and "Girl Interrupted." Wow, Gail, this is alive and raw.
Yes- and I am careful to slide any sharp knives away ; so my early morning 'fog' won't have injuries attached.
Not fond of medicated echo's...
Thanks.
You painted a stunning, eerie image with words ... nice!!!
'The damage a fork can do', but the damage is already done to this poor demented soul. An unnerving but powerful poem.
wow - the eerieness of the photo comes through in your poem!
They might still be suspicious if one is drawing a fork from under the table...
Quite vivid.
Scary and coo coo nest crazy...love it...
Tells an interesting story...
aha! this is a bit scary... but nicely written...
JJRod'z
Ominous! I can almost hear the scary background music as the character stares at the fork.. :)
~Imelda
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