A poetic reading of Megan Holmes photographs by Lloyd Godman

 Landscapes of soft facial flesh

The face larger than life
open to detailed inspection
no flinch or twitch
eyes wide open with no blink
doors to another dimension
that will not look away
will not dart around the room
there are no moments of inattention
a vision that could cut steel plate
or invite us inwards

fixed they look straight out
there is no escaping the pinpoint direction
they look at you that ask what do you see?

Landscapes of soft facial flesh
stretched fields of brown skin
foliage of soft hair, stubble grey twinned with black
fine blood vessels -  braided rivers rising to the surface
wrinkles, crevices, pits pores, freckles
blemishes, divots, small signs of life’s erosion

 

 Now turn around what do you see
The eyes are closed