kelly e gemmill - Maturity

(based on the sculpture by Camille Claudel)


Bare feet open to air that can only
be cold, her knees scrape the ground
she is reaching, her naked body frozen
in the strain of passion- he is walking away
chasing the wrinkled face of familiarity
choosing the old woman
with thirty years of his secrets hidden
in her hair, in her wings
One shelter, one divided, and one muse imploring
a hundred years for bronze fingers forever
a century away, though inches from her
aching eyes- she will not hold them
She is dying from dream to dream
like Prometheus with his rock upon his hill

kelly e gemmill

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