Prompt Numero 2

Hey all- I am pretty excited b/c I think I figured this out... :)

I have our second prompt.
This prompt is kind of artistic;I was planning on picking a photo for it, but since Breona has a few inspiring pics up on the blog, I figured we would use those, or you can pick any other photo you want. So:
Pick a piece of art, photo, picture, sculpture, whateve and write a poem, short story, personal essay, whateve as if you were something in the photo. Your first line can be "I am the (object or person or whateve here) in (painting's name here)." So for example I could look at the picture at the top of our blog and say, "I am the lighted bridge in the photo on my blog." Get it? Sounds like fun, huh? YEAH! :) Here is a poem I wrote in this form last year.... Enjoy!

Mother Whose Children are Like Fishes
after Yamilys Brito

I am the blue beaded necklace in the ‘Yemaya’.

I lie on silken skin, embrace the goddess’s neck, tangle in her hair, and reach for the eye in her navel.

I wonder at the curve of her breast, its tip straining towards the flaming rocket above.

I wish for the dark waters below, for the evil one above to snatch me from the indents I have made in damp hot skin.

I long to be unstrung, my string to be snapped apart, for my broken beads to wander in the curves of the divine, to ride the waterfall at her side and be scattered across the sea.

I wonder at colors. Of blue, of being blue. Of black that should be lemon, chocolate, aqua, forest. Of white that should run blood red.

I have a secret. It is not the speared side, the evil sea creature, the blazing torch, or the falling stars that take the woman.

I have a secret wish, a longing to move from the valley where I lay. For the woman to reach the eye of her navel to the heavens, so that I may slide towards her pacified face.

I will grab hold of the city behind her as she pulls towards the constellations.

I will press into her neck and take her.