Gwynne Mason

Response

Anicca

Book, Handmade by Gwynne, all Papers, Handmade by Gwynne

Marla Deschenes

Inspiration

October

October closes its sweatered arms around me
The crunch of falling leaves greet both my feet
And my constant companion’s
Though his feet double mine.
I can’t imagine a world where
You spend your life looking at the backs of people’s knees
Although sometimes I feel as though
My life really is like that anyway
If I think about it long enough.

It was always about October
And stolen cigarettes

And
You.

I spend my days marveling at how I got here
When I spent so much time trying to deny that
I wanted nothing more
Than this – all of it.
From the fenced-in yard to the home that I know by its creaks and sighs
In the nights spent closed in your arms
In our home
My life really is like that anyway
If I think about it long enough.

It is never about me
More the constant nights
Smoking behind the shed

And
You.

I am most creative during this time
When everything around me is readying for sleep.
I watch the leaves save their final goodbyes
And imprint their muddied shadows on the pavement.
I am aging in this skin
A scary prospect with the vision
Of being old and tattooed
And forgotten.
No one wants to die alone
Like October.

Always on that path
The fastest way
Connecting the highways lines back

To
You.

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Gwynne Mason
He Said He Was No
Longer Interested In Me
Handmade plant fiber papers made
and decorated by the artist, mounted
on a handmade silk tapestry, mixed media.
Inspiration Piece

Sea of Wanting
By Elizabeth Cordes
Response

Shower of spring petals
dancing

Trees, flowers, adoration
growing

Silver sands of summer
enticing

Riding waves of desire
reeling

It was wonderful at first.
Everything was vibrant, colorful.
Life was full and then it wasn’t.
empty.
distant.
cold.
lost interest.

Shimmering autumn hopeful
shriveling

Threads that once bound us
unraveling

Snow-flecked winter winds
freezing

Break through fragile ice
sinking

Gone.

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