Tuesday, September 25, 2012

Weeping Woman


She rises from her bed, weary
to weep in morning light,
naked, her soul exposed
as for the butcher’s
display case. I want to ask
why she is weeping
but I don’t know the words.

This is one of the paintings that I saw at the Edvard Munch exhibit at the Tate Modern in London. Munch painted this scene numerous times, and several of the paintings were grouped together in the same room.

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Painting: Weeping Woman (1907) by Edvard Munch.

9 comments:

Maureen said...

Nice ekphrastic piece, Glynn. The implications of soul being "exposed / as for the butcher's / display case" speak to such vulnerability, and also isolation.

S. Etole said...

Your words so apt ...

Brian Miller said...

it can be hard to know the words to say, but most often i find a gentle acknowledgement is all that is needed...nice verse man...been there..

Robbie Pruitt said...

That's a great painting and a solid poem to go with it!

Makes me want to look at more of the artist's work.

Congrats Glynn!

Laurie Kolp said...

A wonderfully emotive capture, Glynn.

Laura Boggess said...

I am so enjoying this poetic tour, Glynn :). Lovely.

Anna Montgomery said...

Munch's approach to painting, his desire to capture the truth of emotion has always fascinated me. How well you touch on this and more here!

marousia said...

perfect words for a powerful image

ayala said...

Lovely!