I was gypsum, smooth, wet, pristine,
then just when I’d been shaped perfectly
enough on which
to hang some other guy’s painting
he came and pulled
his fingers through me
dragging his strength
through my wide-spread
and I, ruined, became
His hand the focus of a most
I just read this poem by Aashi (in my feed), thereby found the photo prompt by MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie (though sadly I can’t find it in the WP reader) and decided to give it a go. (It just so happens I’d been thinking about artful spirits and gypsum last night, when titling poems, y’know. ;))
With thanks to Aashi, Mindlovemisery, and Nekneeraj’s photo prompt (#325)
for a fun impromptu exercise.
Edit 2020-08-05 08:20 pronouns changed from you/your to he/his.