If you loved someone, you loved him, and when you had nothing else to give, you still gave him love.
~ George Orwell

Saturday, June 11, 2016

Landscape from a Window

Wind from the Sea ~ Andrew Wyeth (1947)
The National Gallery of Art, Washington, DC
Photograph by Margaret Bednar.

What comes in at the window
is more than the bitter tang of noon grass,
the aftertaste of love’s hidden thunder
you imagined you heard
as you lay, supine, on the single bed
the sunlight askance upon your hip and thigh.

What drifts through the window
is the feather of a bird that fell through sky,
its black mass defines the leaf and blade;
it is the isolation left behind
the corner of a farmhouse where a single garment
snaps the line at the bite of a colder breeze.

What lifts the edge of curtain lace
from the frame is a terrible precision of sight
that views the empty field with horse
standing in its lonely traces,
and sees its own mortality in the landscape
of your shadow cast aside in naked sleep.


Artistic Interpretations by Margaret features the work of Andrew Wyeth (1917 - 2009)
This poem is inspired by the body of work, as shown on the A. Wyeth Gallery site and other showcase sites.

Saturday, May 21, 2016


The Dream (The Bed)
Frida Kahlo (1940)

My bearings have gone awry,
yet I must traverse this topography of pain

a needle in the lisping vein,
I watch the collapse, the blood beneath the skin
expands in rings of violet and green

the burn, the rasp of flesh, the cleaving
a landscape of ice, where oxygen smells sweet

then I’m dragged to another lucid moment,
pick the gravel from my cheeks,
drag cotton from my deepest wound

I will learn the lie of this land,
and gulp down acid despite the shrivel,
my pent-up whimpering has been brought to heel

but I do not know which way is north
nor whether I have yet to dodge the fate of ashes


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