The Poetess
Jul 18, 2022
Poetry
The Poetess
-In response to The Poetess by Joan Miró, oil on paper, 1940
Where is she, this poetess —
Hiding under the moon
Or from the dark morass
Unfolding
All the eyes —
Peer all ways
Are they spies
Or hers [Always]
Ah, there they are, she
Keeps one hidden–
A safe place to peep —
A small
Bird’s eye, keen on horror —
Keeping an eye on the
Loss of order
Below
Her other eye’s wide
To catch the moon’s light
On her page of plied
Rhymes
