Water and Silt

by projectbuddy


Ever the dreamer
unable to see
as his carefully laid plans
came to naught,
and he found himself
in a century-old house
where cats had
crawled about
the matriarch of the clan
rocking in her chair
with simplistic ease.

In a land of poverty
where nothing took to the soil
but weeds.

When winter came
you moved about
to keep warm
as if there were no walls
surrounding you.

You turned on
the creaky bathtub
and after an
interminable delay,
there came a
like a bronchial fit,
an equal measure
of water and silt.

Poem by Tom Simard
Sketch by John Spiers

While reading this poem with its intriguing title, my mind went immediately to the claw-foot bathtub in my own old house. Arriving at the surprise ending to Tom’s poem, I very easily related to all of the often unexpected repair jobs that have been needed.

One of the challenges to this sketch was to somehow show a feeling of anticipation and action without giving away the poem’s clever ending.

I chose an angled “snapshot” composition to convey action. This is what you would see if you were bending over to turn the faucet handle, much like how Tom’s poem switches from “he” to “you” as a way of involving the reader in the action.

There is a broad “he” view emphasized by the bathtub tray and how it has been drawn, but also a close up “you” view caused by showing just part of the fixture where the water (and silt) will pour.

To read more of Tom’s creative work, please visit Tom’s WordPress blog.