DEATH
Image: Closed Geometry by Maria Berrio
a woman lies dead here
oblivious of rocks making faces
not knowing what stories
will be inscribed about her life
or her existence forgotten
as inconsequential
too shameful to be acknowledged
or a gem to be concealed
so that it does not overshadow
achievements of those
who see themselves
as entitled owners
or gatekeepers
of greatness
NEIGHBOURHOOD

Art by Eugene Delacroix – Women of Algiers in their apartment
Who knows what happened?
She did not spend time with us
or share stories of her life
She never bothered
to be a part of the sisterhood
-her condescending manner
raised doubts
on her set of ethics
always
too intellectual
too sophisticated
to be a part of the crowd
How can we grieve
when we don’t know enough
to even empathize with her?
A dissonant voice walks away
sympathizes with the one
who is no more
-not amidst them
to be dissected
with such impunity
but she’s of a different ilk
maybe she craves attention
or maybe she is
an intersectional feminist
-but see what happens to them
all those who do not subscribe
to age-old wisdom
social norms
supremacy of the breadwinners
-see how they turn out
to be losers in the end
NO CLUE
Art by P. Konchalovesky
in the large mansion over the hill
someone paints memories
for posterity
grandiose
narcissistic
politically, socially correct
appearing as someone of his stature
should always be
they shut the windows
to restrain natural light
from impacting arc lights
that highlight greatness
it also keeps out the stench
of dirty secrets
buried in the valley
with rocks making faces
no one wants to see
no one should ever be able to connect
the legend in the portrait
with secrets of the valley
rocks will roll down tomorrow
to smash identities
to smear character
to let unknown associations
remain unseen



I would love to have my writing group here to tease out the meanings and links in this complex triptych – I am sure that to commit suicide is to be over being influenced by what others think or just being so desirous of the bad feelings stopping that you can’t even think about others. Sad that even if she is remembered as a gem, she will still be hidden away…
I do like the way in which the themes which run through the three poems.
LikeLiked by 1 person
The poem does not talk about the nature of death – suicide, accident, murder or natural.
Thanks for dropping by, Frewin!
LikeLike
Then I have misunderstood Reena…
LikeLiked by 1 person
Bravo. Well done!!!
Thanks for dropping by my blog.
Much💜love
LikeLiked by 1 person
Always welcome.
LikeLike
Intriguing triptych that raises as many questions as it answers!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you so much, Lia!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Most welcome!
LikeLiked by 1 person
You take us on a journey inward and outward — in all three poems — questioning norms, values, judgments. Intriguing and thoughtfully done, Reena.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you so much, Dora!
LikeLike
I like how you created three different perspectives–the woman, the other women gossiping about her, and the people in their mansion isolated themselves from all of it. I especially like the final two stanzas where the rocks return making faces and rolling.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you so much, Merril!
LikeLiked by 1 person
You’re welcome, Reena!
LikeLiked by 1 person
All 3 of them – thank you Reena. Love the last one specially – a contrast to what is the external verus what is really happening inside the house.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you so much, Grace!
LikeLike
Wow! Interesting and skillfully expressed interpretations here. 👏
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thanks a million, Susan!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Wpw… very well done. Your take on all the paintings is wonderful.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thanks a ton, Dwight!
LikeLiked by 1 person
You are welcome, Reena.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Wow, Reena! You really ran with this prompt and created an epic poem combining all three images! I like the ‘rocks making faces’, enhancing the poor woman’s demise, and the way that links to the women in the apartment in Algiers, who thought ‘She never bothered to be a part of the sisterhood’ because she was ‘too sophisticated to be a part of the crowd’, and to the mansion over the hill where they keep out ‘the stench of dirty secrets buried in the valley’.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you so much for the detailed response, Kim!
LikeLiked by 1 person
You’ve integrated all three paintings in a cohesive story Reena. Well done
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you, Sadje!
LikeLiked by 1 person
You’re most welcome
LikeLiked by 1 person