An Exhibition

 

(Anna Choi’s art installation of ceramic shoes)

As I listened to the artist speak

Of her grandmother’s golden lotus feet

I felt my body fold

Into the triangles of

My grandma’s bones and

Weeping

Wet my sandalled toes

I see her hunched over needlework

Perched on a stool

Her ankles crossed

Looking like every woman

In our history

Yet when she walks

She sways like the willow

Tiny hands hidden in silken sleeves

Slender arms rising to steady each pace

Hairpins swinging with her gait

Tinkling sounds as only

Pearls and gold and jade

Could sing

She is that picture of desire

Her mother promised she would be

If she lets them

Bind her feet

(c) Mary Tang 2015

About Mary Tang

An urban orchardist everyday, a volunteer regularly, a poet sometimes and a blogger since March 2015. I travel when I can. Food is a constant.
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