No. 4: (The Elixir of Balance)
1. “My Last Duchess”
For Robert Browning
Sharing naked chardonnay, she kissed his mouth & dark stippled face as she sifted through canvases charcoaled & crayoned in winter’s dusk & other nudes. Enraptured in the moment, she cast off her silk self & disappeared between curtains of oil & light.
2. The Broken Stiletto
Standing in the sunshine, she tried to balance. He said, “Just stand there- I want to look through your dress one more time.” Long afterwards, she looked for him in the backdrop of the cast shadows of other men & even sometimes turned to look into their faces. She didn’t know what possessed her to return the shoes, but she never wore the dress again.
3. Pink Flushes
Her garden poppies burst in hot pink flushes & spiraled in pearlescent silk slips. Then, the tender-veined petals blew in flamed indigos from summer’s third eye scorches. She preserved the bones of the solstice in her Bisque clay body.
In the distance, you could see the blue-shadowed Superstitions. Below, snowy egrets waved over muddy, choppy lakes, lighting down in cottonwoods, joining a flock of cormorants. Wisps of white feathers floated on the cut glass of mirrors.
Alexandra Isacson is the author of Poetic Anthropologies (Medulla Publishing, 2011), a poetic tribute to the visual arts and humanities. She has been nominated for both a Pushcart Prize and The Best of the Net Anthology. Visit her at alexandraisacson.com