Pompeiian reverb
Form with no Function
Void reclining in
sleepless dormition
uncomfortably cramped
attitude of repose
I don't envy the model
this miserable pose
inverted geode doll
crystals inside out
vacancy within
leaving all in doubt
where is the lady
in the gown of blue?
gone or just popped
out to use the loo?
who could blame the gal
who left her shell behind
lit out to find an
open state of mind?
cold bespoke casket
Rigid cloying mold
corseted to keep
cellulite on hold
escaped confines of
Spanxed conformity
now wears old blue jeans
when she goes out to tea?
perfection's a bitch
reach exceeds our grasp
Venus de Milo curves
bite us in the asp
beauty's sepulcher
Snow White in her tomb
fair sex pilloried since
we were in the womb
pardon my cliches but
they're very real to me
man-made cages, jails, cells
dank familiarity
expiring before
we even begin
buried alive in
purpose built coffin
death eating father
brought the doom on me
honeyed hemlock of
morbid litany
why the hell so smitten
with dames who are dead?
Pre-Raphaelite OCD
I'll bet she's a redhead
This maiden who left
empty dress echoing
glass still resonates
long after her going
I rejoice to see
that this bird has flown
hollow lies the dress
of bondage glass blown
dragged herself out
of bedragoned moat
our Lady of Shallot
good you ditched the boat
we'll hold space till you
Find functionality
And if you don't well
keep on going, baby!
Don't need ruby slippers
nor tight frocks of glass
to bust see-thru roofs
you wrote your own pass
Oz only gave Dorothy
what she already owned
Emerald city exit
a balloon ride home
Cinderella didn't
need shoes to break chains
didn't even need a Prince
just her head full of brains
I'll take a leaf from
departed sisters' book
to find my true north
in the mirror look.
Here's to our gone girls
Egalite! Sorority!
let's grab the brass rings,
ring that bell of liberty!
This ekphrastic poem is based on Nocturne Reclining 3, by Karen LaMonte, shown above and on view at the Muskegon Museum of Art. Please visit and support local art museums!
