Tamara - The Centrury Project
20/08/09 09:41
Frank Cordelle has kindly
given me permission to show a photo from The Century Project that
relates to my theme. All of the women who pose
for Frank Cordelle choose their own setting.
Tamara chose to express this part of her life in
this way without any distractions. Frank’s high
view-point makes her look smaller and gives her
some vulnerability, yet her direct look shows
strength, dignity and is completely devoid of
shame. Tamara”s poem is beautiful and expresses
heart aspects of menstruation that many women
feel but do not know how to express. Thank you
for your boldness Tamara.
Menstruation is a significant part of most women’s lives and our society tries to ignore it. There are few places where a woman can express how she feels about her periods. This site is one place where women’s expression is welcome. Send me your ideas, images, favourite sites, favourite books and I will post your comments, with your permission, of course.
The photo and poem below was published in the book: "Bodies and Souls: The Century Project" copyright © 2009 Frank Cordelle.
“The moon,
like a prospective grandmother,
keeps time.
In an empty womb,
I create space
for process.
Pale yolk
runs from me,
malnourished and alone.
All that is mine
breaks
apart
in grief
becoming
rich pulp,
the ripe fruit
of my most internal decomposition.
It gathers like angry water
beating blood
against
flush,
tender walls,
crashing comfort,
painfully pulsing
out of me.
It flows wide
spilling, furiously,
red
onto the altar of my soul,
to which I bow in need of You
in body,
in blood.”
Tamara
Menstruation is a significant part of most women’s lives and our society tries to ignore it. There are few places where a woman can express how she feels about her periods. This site is one place where women’s expression is welcome. Send me your ideas, images, favourite sites, favourite books and I will post your comments, with your permission, of course.
The photo and poem below was published in the book: "Bodies and Souls: The Century Project" copyright © 2009 Frank Cordelle.
“The moon,
like a prospective grandmother,
keeps time.
In an empty womb,
I create space
for process.
Pale yolk
runs from me,
malnourished and alone.
All that is mine
breaks
apart
in grief
becoming
rich pulp,
the ripe fruit
of my most internal decomposition.
It gathers like angry water
beating blood
against
flush,
tender walls,
crashing comfort,
painfully pulsing
out of me.
It flows wide
spilling, furiously,
red
onto the altar of my soul,
to which I bow in need of You
in body,
in blood.”
Tamara

