Bound
A textured sentiment,
scraped the surface –
ever tender, ever raw.
His gentlest touch
salt in the wounds.
His whispers
cloying and whiskey sweet.
She was sheltered but
now she is bound
shackled...
Here's another ekphrastic poem inspired by the art installation at ArtSpace - "On Materiality." Thanks go to David Havird for leading the workshop and...