Sunday, September 9, 2012

"self-portrait" (poem based on a Regina Walker photograph)


Just there, she glimpsed herself
where a thought fell to shadow,
pooling on a curious canvas
brushed by staggered gods
of happenstance and confetti.

The sun is curving over towers and clocks.
The city bursts one moment of a modal skein
to scatter dreaming in the naked open air.

This dark-living Ophelia floats just now,
pleased beneath streaming transient lights.    

photo by Regina Walker -- see Rubaru

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