by Heidi Robertson 7/4/2013
I’d lend Alina Eydel my black light
If she would paint a northern scorpion poised to strike
Then hang it on the wall and call it “Adaptations.”
With bold and yellow feng shuied eyes like Sal
I wonder if she’d give her long lean legs
and with a model’s body wrap her in a traveling textured dress
top it with a lovely sweeping hat
and striking venemous tail to go
Exploring expectations I slowly steer my bike around it
Careful not to fall
All I’ve seen and been and thought before
Seems different now
And I am new again with my improved imagined truth
Quadratic formulas and proofs
Postulating pencil stubs ’til
No use…….a2 + b2 still=U
and C. S. Lewis’
I am too much enfused, flambe’sed
For each time we’re together is like the last and first and ever after
But are you used to this, in tune with such unnatural things?
Or did you take the static for a siren song?
And yet you’ve gone.
Is this so wrong for me to be? Handholding Longfellow?
And you my metaphor?
I am Confused by what this is and isn’t, should and and shouldn’t be.
But still I keep on writing blissfully
Til you release me faithfully on wings of butterflies
to light on deep blue seas of Mermaid waters
For now I’ll be a squatter in a stranger land
And you my Muse as we are friending
One day I’ll disappear beyond the gate where few have climbed
You’ll let go of my hand and with a brush replacing
We’ll paint a softer ending.