Endocarp
Marilyn De Guehery
Inspired by the poem of the same name, by Alysia Harris
At Artist's Circle last week, we created art based off each other's artworks. We wanted to send out one example:
Marilyn created a graphic design piece inspired by Alysia's poem, Endocarp (below).
ENDOCARP
It opens, like thunder
blooming
The feeling that I can’t
do this.
That the walls of my room
were made of Eden
And the trees began the
sin of autumn
In June.
blooming
The feeling that I can’t
do this.
That the walls of my room
were made of Eden
And the trees began the
sin of autumn
In June.
My mother buys me fruit
whenever she comes to visit
Somehow, without fail, I
forget to eat
Smelling it go rotten
In a cheap silver bowl
Next to the set of cutting
knives.
What’s precious-
A pair of fine winter
gloves
In thunderhead grey?
Or an orange grove of
friends?
friends?
Four years, the citrus,
Still bleeding into
November.
On days the sky turns to
soft steel,
I watch umbrellas open,
Those first-responders,
hesitant shields.
They understand the risk
involved, how rain can palpate
Even the tiniest wounds.
Sit for a week and study
A pear’s skin purse neat green
bruises,
One after the other.
Like an old lady turning
Into a very small pea.
We learn to live our
separate lives,
Knives placed at opposite
ends of a table.
In the aging silence,
Trying not to attract attention.
This etiquette too, a
sin.
sin.
