Tag Archives: Images of women

“Sacred Spaces” for CFFC Rectangles, Aug 28, 2024

Click on photos to enlarge.

These rectangles are five of a series  of six retablos I created to depict women’s “Sacred Spaces.”  These particular spaces are the Kitchen, the Shops (in this case, an Arts and Crafts Shop,) the Beauty Parlor, Center Stage and Home Sweet Home. ( Actually, if you look closely, the true place depicted is the last frame is “Memory,” for the woman depicted is reviewing old letters, photos and other memorabilia). The sixth one sold before I could get a photograph of it.  It was the Art Studio.

 

For CFFC: Squares and Rectangles

In A Society of Women

In A Society of Women

No patriarchal dominance rears its violent head.
Birth fluids and menses are the only lifeblood shed.
No lifted guns or measured gait. No uniform or boot

disturbs the regal silence of the calmness at our root.

Spontaneity rules the day. We follow no set path.
Not guided by testosterone, we do not extoll wrath.
The crack of no whip guides us. We can’t be led like sheep.
You cannot boss or bully us. We live by what we reap.

Your rules buzz around us like mosquitos in the brain,
centered around principals that we hold in disdain.

Dominance and power and unlimited riches
would not be an option in a world that’s run by bitches!

Prompt words today are crack, mosquito, spontaneity, patriarchal, root and moonlight.

Everything is in the Shape of a Bird, a Fish or a Woman

 

Everything is in the Shape of a Bird, a Fish or a Woman

Look how they frown in the old photograph:
my grandmother, her sister,
her two daughters and her granddaughter.   
All of the women are very stern.
Grandma looks out of her element,
her eyes shielded against the sun.

In the yellowing photo,
“Taken at homestead” written on the back,
They stand, stark house behind them.
From the porch overhang, a sparse vine hangs,
but on the hidden tendril of the vine,
in the dead tan prairie that surrounds the scene,
in the summer grass bent low, I imagine birds.

It is a drying photo—brittle, cracked,
of three generations of prairie women.
Although none there knew it,
a waterhole is in their near future,
and in this stock pond that my dad would someday dig,
would swim perch and crappies,
sunfish, northern pike.

And although none there will ever see it,
in my house, everything is in the shape of a bird, a fish or a woman.
On the wall hangs an earthy goddess–
stolid and substantial. 
Birds perch on her shoulder, arm and knee.
On the hearth, a crow formed out of chicken wire.

A soapstone fish swims the window ledge
beside that aging photograph
and on another window ledge
 are two ancient terra cotta figurines.
The small one kneels in her kimono, playing pipes.
The large one stands wide-hipped
with arms narrowing to points
above the elbow.

In my studio,
a still-damp terra cotta figure
holds a fat plum.
On drying canvasses,
Women recline in their vulnerable states–
layers of wet flesh tones, yellows, purplish reds.

The house in the photograph
has been long-felled by rot and fire and rust.
All of the people except the youngest are dead.
Yet still in the grass, the meadowlark.
and in the muddy pond the minnow.

In the glass of the photo frame, I see my own reflection–
thinning lips pulled into one straight line.
around me is their house, their sky, their prairie grass.
In the glass, my face
turns into the face of my grandmother.
I flinch but do not falter.
I look deeper.
Reflected in one eye, a perched bird.
in the other eye, a swimming fish.

for dVerse Poets Open Links

(To enlarge all photos, click on first photo and arrows.)

 

CYW: Robin’s Egg Blue

 

 

Luckily, two friends have chosen to wear robin’s egg blue blouses recently.  The sculpture photo was taken in Puerto Vallarta. Not sure what created the ring effect, but I like it! Click on any photo to enlarge all.

For the Color Your World Challenge.

Rust and Rebozos: Cee’s Odd Ball Challenge: 2016, Week 25

Women at Rebozo Parade in Ajijic

I love the variety of the women shown in this photo and how each one conveys a different story. The obvious focus is the woman in the white dress, but I also love the contrast between the basket of flowers and the bright turquoise satin purse, the woman looking right at me from behind the hand of the woman adjusting her chignon.  Just so much going on that day of the rebozo parade and some of that is conveyed in this photo.

These are two favorite photos I found when looking through some old hard drives.  I could save them for a specific prompt, but by then I might have forgotten them, so here they are in odd balls.

Wire Roll on Fence on the Way to Tapalpa

On the road to Tapalpa!  This would have worked well for the curves prompt!  Love this rusty roll of wire flung over the fence.  Those old fences made out of whatever wood was at hand are still my favorites.  You can see some of the famous October wildflowers scattered around in the tall grass.

 

https://ceenphotography.com/2016/06/19/cees-odd-ball-photo-challenge-2016-week-25/