a poem on thursday: morning

Morning 

(Love Sonnet XXVVII)

Naked you are simple as one of your hands;

Smooth, earthy, small, transparent, round.

Your moon lines, apple pathways, 

Naked you are slender as a naked grain of wheat.

Naked you are blue as a night in Cuba;

You've vines and stars in your hair.

Naked you are spacious and yellow

As summer in a goldern Church.

Naked you are tiny as one of your nails;

Curved, subtle, rosy, till the day is born.

And you withdraw to the underground world.

As if down a tunnel of clothing and of chores;

Your clear light dims, gets dressed, drops its leaves, 

And becomes a naked hand again.

Pablo Neruda

This week's prompt over at Madeline Bea was "naked" - once again I started with the poem, which led to this mixed-media print.  The photo is mine, the woman is from Mum and Woman’s Body by Pan Yuliang*, texture used is Kim Klassen's 'simple things'.




*Pan Yuliang was one of China's first artists to paint in a western style.  She had an interesting life, some of which you can read about on Wiki.