Tim Tracz, a photographer, was kind enough to allow me to choose one of his photos for the cover of my first book, She Took Off Her Wings & Shoes. I tackled the difficult task of making a selection, finally narrowing it down to two photos. To me, they were the ones most mirroring my poetry collection. One photo collage, however, was in a landscape orientation and, unfortunately, wouldn’t work for the portrait orientation of the book’s format.
Still, the collage image with a woman reading in the woods stayed with me.
Both the image I chose and that second one were gifted to us by Tracz and hang in our kitchen.
He also sent us other magical prints I’ve hung by string lights in our staircase.
For this blog, I wrote a poem inspired by Tracz’s photo of the woman reading.
Fossilized metal doors
Drift behind her
A century later.
Like her iron chair,
The sedan hovers patiently
Awaiting her return
Or forward time travel
From brown tinting, hair-tangled moss
Like a chignon let down,
Fish spines of ferns
Long unfurled, dried up.
Her crooked elbow sinks into a pillow,
Her other elbow presses her hip
Just above her waist’s narrow canal,
Posed in specked light.
The oriental rug
With a fleur-de-lis border
Pulled out from under the forest floor,
Victorian house, and the book
She’s not reading flaps open,
A ship’s hull
Parting the waves,
The hundred details of departure.