It Must Be Time For Lunch Now, 1979 – Francesca Woodman
Silverware
not here
not now
it’s a constant failing
of mine
i have tried suicide
it was my last
big attempt
i wished for success
just this once
it didn’t work
i kept tripping
over the silverware
mason was
coming for lunch
the need to impress
was great
so much
silverware
so many patterns
forks kept falling
knives clanging
to the floor
soup spoon
desert spoon
demitasse
oyster
grapefruit
spoon
i no longer
know where
to begin
life has become
too much
i would jump
5th floor walk up
14th and park
out the window
but
the shade fell
catching me
i slipped to the floor
failed again
covered in
silverware
Sometimes, being silly is an absolute necessity!
Thank you Tessa for another wonderful prompt at The Mag
I like the tripping over the silverware and being covered by it ~
Thank you Heaven, I looked at this wonderful photo, went blank and then just let the words tumble out of my mouth.
Wow aren’t you a creative soul. And why is it I can imagine the darn silverware being the failings?
Excellent–I loved the line about the shade falling and catching me. Brilliant!
Mel, thanks. I can ponder words for hours and not write anything I wish to write. Then other times I have nothing to say and just write. Sometimes those words turn out better, grabbing you right away.
ha….cant even get suicide right…but then again may be that is a good thing….would rather have spilled silverware than spilled people anyday…and all the proper forks and stuff…just give me one and a knife…maybe a spoon…or hey i can even use my hands…smiles…
Hands are always good. 😉
I like your explanation of why they would be hidden there on the floor! With the rhythm of your poem, I could feel the craziness!
Thank you Laughing!
Well done, with a deeper meaning given Francesca’s life.
Thank you Berowne.
This is so dark and funny at the same time. Really wonderfully original.
I agree, it is dark and yet has some comedy in it too, just the right amount of each. Although suicide isn’t good at all. Silverware…lol
Daydreamer, no, there is nothing good about suicide. You are right about that. But it is so very far from my own attempt (39 years) that for me it felt good to speak lightly of it. Which is by no means meant in any way to make light of another’s experiences that may still be painful.. Thank you for coming by, it is good to see you.
much enjoyed….the darkness, and the relative humour you express it with.
Thanks Mohana!
Nice bit of black humour. 🙂
Somehow, I have always believed that a bit of black humor is like a release valve, letting off a wee bit of steam. Thank you!
I had to laugh…well done…sort of reminded me of myself…
I needed that! Delightful. Thanks.