Beauty is in the eye of the beholder
on Sheila Ash (India), 22/Jun/2014 06:00, 34 days ago
At last week’s Creative Writing Class we were challenged to first feel an object without seeing it with our eyes and to think about what it might be and what our touch was saying to us.On its reveal, it was a sculptured clay head of a young man, fairly roughly strewn together, no smooth surfaces, with very prominent eyes, a slightly open mouth making him somewhat gawked and gormless. The face was not in any way that of a classic beauty and did not possess anything that could be described as fine or statuesque features.Our tutor challenged us to write exactly 100 words. I have to say it took me some time to get started and as usual I have little or no idea where this came from. Bulbous boils of pus scar his faceswollen, red and painfulravaged by seeping spots and weltsdiscarded by familyshunned by societythe leper creeps along.The shadow of the man he wasskirts the crowdto get a better viewto hear the Word. The Other glides with consummate easeamongst the following massesSerenity shines with his every stepa wave of peace calms the rabblewho , in awe, stretch out their handsto be blessed.His remain covered, hiddenbut are unexpectedly touched.In shock, the crowd pulls backLove everlasting, life eternal,Pain relievedashramblings