Piece by Melissa Ahart
Miracle worker of the jigsaw puzzle,
under his nimble fingers, schools
of variegated tropical fish divided and coalesced,
three thousand scarlet tulips bloomed
to inflame the undersides of windmill blades,
fleets of sailboats, schooners, the Titanic
itself rose from its soggy depths complete
with miniature light bulbs to illuminate
her affluent upper decks. Daunted only
by unbroken stretches of sky, he assembled
worlds with divine haste, only to crumble
them back into the box when barely finished.
Soon though, sections would be lost from one scene
and resurface in a distant relative—
tulips on the Titanic, ineffable fish in a windmill.
Worn out from sitting, he would take naps
with notched pieces still crushed into
his papery elbows, cohering on his skin
into scabrous meadows of pressed cardboard,
the underbelly of creation.
More art by Lieke Van Der Vorst can be found here.
Recommended listening: Daydreaming – Dark Dark Dark
Links of the day: Adventures of a Serial Trespasser