Nicholas Clark
Collage
Inspiration piece
His face
By Kathleen Finn Jordan
Response
The eyes lure me in like a fisherman
Eyes on the line in the sea as the face emerges from the depths
Strong, fierce, etched with lines of experience
The nose long and full where has it breathed the air
What fragrance, stink, sweat, maltemi has it sniffed, snorted, sneezed
In a lifetime of sea faring, hunting, working in a mine, treading after sheep
Perhaps traveling to a city or fighting in the hills
The shadows reflecting moods as the light and sun pass into dusk and shadow cluing us to mood and character and forbearance.
Is he smiling or is it a cynical expression of sarcasm or a philosophical jest at the Nonsense he experiences
if he is of a serious bent
And so it seems to me
He is not a nebulous character, not happy go lucky but serious purposeful
and yes, these lines seem to indicate
Deeply compassionate
His moustache, van dyke, speak to traditions deeply etched and his teeth
Uneven, sharp edged speak of hardship, coarse bread and yellowed one end
perhaps from a cob pipe
Or a bit of tobacco shared with friends in a café stop
After hours of hard work
He seems solitary and yet a person I would like to meet
Listen to his stories and hear the tales of his life.
I sense a question rather than an answer in his face
A dream rather than a plan in his eyes
A quest not yet fulfilled in the set of his jaw
And a lack of certainty in the set of his head
That lures me in like a fisherman
sitting in a small boat ebbing and flowing
In the music of the water reflecting the endless screen of the sky.
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