Creative Act #6: Faces

  The prompt for the creative act was the create something from a sensuous perspective. Sensuous being described as more logical, linear and structured. I decided to write a poem, but unlike the free-verse that is my usual medium, I chose one of the more structured types I could find: the sestina.

 

Faces

 

Wandering down the alleys of books,

I am transfixed by ivory spine and

Sheltered scalp, crooked beneath board

Where fingers scrape across the page.

A cat’s claws to a small boy’s chest,

Tearing flesh with irregular pattern!

 

Interactions between, of course, a pattern.

When the boy reads too many books

And see’s little of life, his hairless chest

Betraying the stupidity of young and

Young boys, in particular. Like

so many, this one used violence in shelter.

 

The feline of black and white colour, chest

Bristled sharply, unnatural under this shelter.

Friend to no human but only a dog and

Fat white cat. Charlie, a mate. Calm in pattern

And strong in spirit. One for the books

Said the farmer, the master like.

 

The tall German, brought over the ocean a chest

In lead, so heavy that it weighed the ship aboard.

Inside he hid his worldly goods: silver, bones and

Cheese scones. His pipe smoke drawing pattern

In study, lined with his pig farming account books.

The corner picture frame, clenched newspaper page.

 

Punching etched keys with a ch-chack on page,

The words scrawled themselves across his chest

And in his heart, where he thought lay books,

Captured from an imagination. Board

On all sides, the vessel of metaphor and pattern,

Image scattered like grains of sand over land, and

 

Cracking the goos of fingers and

Bone, he wallows up from a page

Of drunken lore. Tapping a pattern

In his palm with cigarette burning through chest.

Cool morning air, rushed to board—

Splashing the waves up against hull. No books.

 

Lives and memories, glossed faces tossed in a chest.

Resting at the bottom page, the back of the book and pinned to boards,

Red X meets at nose, a pattern of death. One more figure lost in the books.

 

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