Poems hot off the press and on their way to people’s homes. I’ll be posting more but this was the first poem I wrote for the project:
Poem for Dave Barsotti
An Intimate Weave by Carron Little
Snip snip, snap snap, click click, brushhh,
Hold.
Snip snip, drop.
The day had come to leave the wigs behind,
In the backroom
Mannequin heads stacked in a macabre dance
Propped up on tables starring in one direction
Straight into your eyes
The prep room of learning closed it’s door
Ready to begin an intimate weave.
Snip snip, snap snap, click click, brushhh,
Hold.
Snip snip, drop.
In slow motion
A women in her thirties, a brunette
Swiveled into the chair.
The conversation began in hesitant mutters
Highlighting points of desire
Re-imagining form like a sculptor shaping clay
I took the first cut
Snip snip, snap snap, click click, brushhh,
Hold.
Snip snip, drop.
With each cut the tension released
Like oil releasing squeels
I knew it was time
The home opened the door to new possibility
I found my rhythm,
The smell cloud became an hypnotic aura
In the intimate exchange of
Snip snip, snap snap, click click, brushhh,
Hold.
Snip snip, drop.
The creative act, each swivel of the chair
Scissors in one hand, comb in the other
The blanket of human DNA
Grew like a carpet
Weaving a complex story
In the living room of life
The mannequins looked in new directions.
Snip snip, snap snap, click click, brushhh,
Hold.
Snip snip, drop.