Pink Dream
Pink Dream
She holds the breast to her chest
as if it were a baby nestling,
as if it could suckle
the ribbed cavity,
latching on
to its own past home.
The nipple stares up at her
like the eye of a truncated
dolphin, her arms waves
it needs to surface, not able to breathe
in the trough
of that separated flesh.
She tries to apologize, but her mouth
cannot move;
it, too, swallowed.
Later–later–
she wonders at the will
of the mammalian.
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Yes, a strange poem I know. I am posting it for With Real Toads, the prompt by Margaret Bender. Margaret’s prompt is called “Simply Beautiful,” and I don’t think the poem fits that, but it was something that came up after looking at Margaret’s beautiful photographs. I modified the picture above–Margaret’s picture is below.
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ManicDDaily 
December 27, 2014 at 2:08 am
Wow. This is such an interesting piece. Places were dream can take us are strange, but to me this gives me glimpses into womanhood that are not totally clear for me.
December 27, 2014 at 5:21 am
My initial reaction to your words and images was in terms of breast cancer. There is a sense of loss here, such as a woman might feel when faced with an unavoidable surgery. This was probably not your intention but I found the piece touched a chord.
December 27, 2014 at 6:43 am
Hi Kerry–that is what came to my mind too–which is perhaps why the poem is a bit self- conscious, since, thankfully, this is outside of my experience, so I maybe felt more constrained trying to write of it–especially somehow in a blog–maybe a poem to take down and think about some more–thanks. k.
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December 27, 2014 at 11:00 am
Wow! An amazing vision. I saw this so clearly that it reminded me of a mastectomy poem I had written last year. It asked a similar question from a little outside the nightmare–I also have no direct experience as of yet. http://susanspoetry.blogspot.com/2013/11/mastectomy.html
December 27, 2014 at 9:03 pm
Your sketch is a pink dream and fits well with your quirky poem 🙂
December 28, 2014 at 9:13 am
nice interpretation of the photo and replica of the piece
December 28, 2014 at 8:59 pm
Something so instinctive, comforting is not longer for some reason… I think the title helps us with letting it be abstract.