A woman is leaving
A red piano waits to carry her
on notes we cannot hear; a red boat
is moored at world’s edge
like a patient pony. She will dance
to the threshold, draped in lace;
she will step into the green wave
where the sun sets. Her head turns
to the luminous door, to the view
beyond the open window.
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I love the imagery here. It was very freeing to read.
There were so many beautiful images in her paintings, it was difficult to winnow them down into a single coherent poem. I suspect I’ll write one or two more, in time. I’m glad you enjoyed reading. Thank you for commenting!
Beautiful poem, Jennifer
Thanks, Mike. It was a lovely exhibit.
I just realized I failed to post a note about the inspiration for this poem:
This was inspired by the paintings of Carolyn Young Hisel, seen in Luminous, a 50-year retrospective of her work at the Headley-Whitney Museum. My poetry circle took a field trip at the end of April to see the exhibition, which was amazing.