Acrylic on canvas, 9×12 by Amy Barlow (Liberatore)
She’s good in water
A determined swimmer
An athlete going for the gold
With each stroke, determination grows
Hope flows with coursing blood
(a flash of daddy’s face)
Swimming for her life
or because of it
Because water will wash away
traces of THAT
Wash her clean of past, passed
(what happened, over and over again)
Air collapsing from her lungs outward
The sea, an effervescent bubble mass
of inside, now outside
(he’s dead yet alive, too alive and too strong)
The picture fades from view
Her eyes shine in a wide-awake stare
A limp doll sleeping
on solid ground
© 2015 Amy Barlow Liberatore/Sharp Little Pencil
The painting says it all, if you understand her determination. I have felt like this, too many times. May all who have been abused find peace… peace that does not need this kind of plunge. Amy
March 5, 2015 at 7:19 am
Touching words, Amy.
Yes, you had mentioned earlier that you have faced abuse.
Wish no one had to face such unpleasant experiences. Such a sinking feeling.
Hope you find strength & forget all the abuse & be at peace forever.
March 5, 2015 at 9:12 am
A lovely and very interesting content Acrylic!
Sherry Blue Sky
March 5, 2015 at 10:35 am
I can imagine swimming must make her feel safe, and cleansed of the past. I love that she is on solid ground at last. Your painting is wonderful, too.
March 5, 2015 at 11:30 am
Intense: the painting and the poem. And the combination brings the senses–and outrage–afloat.
She will swim to the top. Her mind clean of the uglies. Determined.
March 5, 2015 at 11:32 am
P.S. Do you read De Lint? If so, have you read Memory and Dream? Your painting and poem would fit right into the heart of the tale, methinks.
March 5, 2015 at 11:45 am
i am glad she did not give up and found her higher ground…
though even water will not wash off some things….
March 6, 2015 at 10:50 am
Oh, Amy. This is heart wrenching. So well done. Love the painting, and your incredible words.
Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
March 6, 2015 at 3:21 pm
The devastation caused by fathers, stepfathers, brothers, uncles so devastating.. some can mend through waters through being better others sink and drown.. so sad.. so sad for all girls having to live with this.
March 7, 2015 at 3:01 pm
very powerful, Amy, the image and the poem together. thank you for sharing.
March 10, 2015 at 4:51 am
She definitely had to fight back. It was a form of defense that created impact necessary for survival. Glad she could taste success and able to sleep on solid ground! Great lines Amelita!
March 10, 2015 at 7:47 pm
Love your imagery of the graceful flow of the swimmer vs. the tidal wave of emotion surging in her. Wonderfully done.
March 18, 2015 at 2:36 am
So moving Amy – I agree, the painting says so much, but your words are powerful too.