History tried to silence her. Strike her down. Steal her identity. An anonymous woman kneels, refusing to melt.
Posted in response to the challenge Spring: Visual Art Contest.
History tried to silence her. Strike her down. Steal her identity. An anonymous woman kneels, refusing to melt.
Posted in response to the challenge Spring: Visual Art Contest.
Melts the sun
With her ferocity– stripped away,
Turned into fragility,
We gasp as moon swallows sun.
We call it: “catastrophe,” as if — it is different.
A child nursed of negligence.
Yes, it is not ours —
Comments
I came here to speak on the mastery of snow here as a legitimate medium, for this is so much more than a snow(wo)man -- it is a true work of art -- but I want to say that your caption adds another layer to the sculpture as well. I can see and interpret her, now, in the empowered way you speak of. Her little belly and bellybutton make me smile, too!
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