Brushes fit my hand poorly;
they tremble a trail, stagger
haphazard lines and weak strokes
even in monochrome,
negotiations with the invisible
joint of fibre to fibre, of
unhard and unsoft
to soft –
still, I create a woman,
hesitant, lean a horse, only
quivering slightly, against her side,
wonder how she supports the weight.
Note: The title is the Chinese ideogram character mā, meaning mother.
It combines the character for female and that for horse.
(If you wonder, I’m not much good at Chinese calligraphy, hah.)