OTHER POSTS IN THE SERIES
Love, not war
OTHER POSTS IN THE SERIES
OTHER POSTS IN THE SERIES
OTHER POSTS IN THE SERIES
OTHER POSTS IN THE SERIES
Purveyors of fine poetry since 2003.
OTHER POSTS IN THE SERIES
Purveyors of fine poetry since 2003.
The image is astonishing too, the archipelago spots and the eye looking back through the ring finger.
Yes, as Hugh said. It could even stand alone under that title and speak millions. I think I’ve seen that hand here before, Dave. it also reminds me of some of my own work too!
I would say the visual is more arresting than the text. The frost with the hand print in it–just how that print was made speaks to the theme, a human heat melting through the cold. To me it is like a defiant vestige of humanity trying to break through the cruelty of torture. Interesting that the print allows us to see through the frost, but the barrier and imprisonment nonetheless remain.
Thanks. I have posted the image sans text twice before, once at the photoblog (where it’s my all-time most-viewed photo) and once here, in a post called “Self-Portrait in Proverbs.” I’m not sure it was the best image for the poem here, but I was too tired yesterday to look for something more appropriate.
Oh, I think it suits. “Through a glass darkly.”