Workshop with Patricia Foster, Conference Room, Millidgeville

The title says it all. Written after a workshop with the writer in my intermediate creative writing class.

 

I wondered about this beautiful

    Woman:

            Her sculpted nose

            What her hair felt like

                        Azure eyes dilated like my

                        Cat’s,
       hands crinkled, waving: my grandmother’s

                                    Without the weight of her

                                    Diamonds.

A single honey curl

         Clings to her raspberry lips

   As she explains feeling like

                        Erased lines.

One by one she asks around

            This faux-slate

                            What we’re weaving

                        With our ink and scribbled

                                    words