Saturday, October 1, 2011


For Mary C Nolan

Stooping in to light the fire
With thrilling agonies of shallow breathes,
The gas ignites and chases the
Maledictions from the grumbling house.

Mother Mary, I and
Fire dissolve in this chromatic pause –
Before: a holy land proclaimed
And Pharaoh’s whispers from the past.

The paint is seeping from the scene
The gilded canvas vaguely holds
A simple image from that life –
The smell and sound are narrative.

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