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Poignance

December 6, 2010

    

mixed-media and personification

mixed-media and personification

     

     Poignance has lost everything but her memory. She spends her mornings on a park bench feeding pigeons breadcrumbs from a paper bag. Then she walks the city streets like a ghost. A shock of hair, a gesture, the curve of a cheekbone, a store window, a doorway, a few words in a passing conversation; each one flips a switch on the film projector she carries around in her head. Poignance smiles cautiously at the strangers who rarely notice her lingering briefly across their shadows.
     In her heyday, Poignance was the proprietor of a small confectionary store. Her specialty was bittersweet chocolate. She masterminded a recipe with just the right combination of sugar, vanilla, liquor, and cocoa butter to bring tears to her customers’ eyes. Not surprisingly, her bittersweet confections were in demand around the globe. Poignance was even called upon to bake the cake served at the nuptials of Beauty and Loss. Sometimes, she pulls out old newspaper clippings of the wedding and reads them over and over, brushing the faded ink with the tips of her fingers.
     For many years, Poignance was involved in an on-again, off-again affair with Time who was never faithful. His bouts of leaving without so much as a forwarding address took their toll. Poignance began to grow faint like a photograph that has been hung for too long on a sunlit wall. Eventually, she retreated entirely into the past. Everyday when she wakes up, the present is further away, and when she calls to herself, she cannot hear even the hint of an echo. Poignance wanders around in what-ifs and could-have-beens in search of quiet interludes she can use to slip into other people’s minds.    
     When Poignance shows up out of the blue, it is usually by surprise and only during one of those rare moments when everything seems to stop and questions hang like the aroma of rose petals in humid air. Her visits last only long enough for the second hand of the kitchen clock to tick once around its circumference. Her image is breathtaking and will knock the wind right out of you. There will be much you want to ask her, but she will vanish before you can find the words. In an effort to forget her, you will find something pressing that needs to be attended to right away.

4 Comments leave one →
  1. Dad permalink
    December 6, 2010 11:00 pm

    I read it! I have also saved the previous PoARTetry although haven’t read all of them. Maybe now that I am becoming more poignant I will!

    Like

  2. kelly permalink
    December 9, 2010 7:18 pm

    I can’t pick a favortie because they are all so unique and rich. I love the depth in the artwork which matches the depth of the story.

    Like

    • December 13, 2010 3:28 am

      KELLY! Thank you for stopping by, means a lot to know you were here. 🙂

      Like

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