He does not interrogate the heart,
does not second-guess art, refuses
to protest against creative experiments.
All the while, all the town wonders
and worries, gossips and guesses
as his daughter sculpts strange
animals out of scrap metal and string.
Her odd-eyed art decorates the
entire yard making it the
spectacle of the neighborhood.
They say it is an eyesore, a blemish
on the town’s quaint image. He says
it is his daughter’s art and it’s far
too big to hide it on the fridge.
Isabel Sylvan lives and writes along the Raritan Bay. Her poetry has appeared in numerous publications over the past twenty years. She is currently the editor of Poetry Breakfast, an online poetry journal. In 2012 she began producing an art collection featuring a mix of movie stills and her poetry. By merging images from stock footage with her poems, she has created a visually pleasing blend of poetry and photography. Her first widely published collection of poems, Songs In A Broken Minor Key is forthcoming and two additional collections are in the works. For additional information visit http://www.isabelsylvan.wix.com/poetry.
I love the title. It promises the story and then the story is told in precise terms. It’s a good story of father love toward a daughter. Enjoyed the poem very much.