April 27, 2004
It's almost 1 a.m. I am putting Vermeer to rest for the night. This is what I have at the moment.
Vermeer’s Lady Writing a Letter
She wonders what lie to tell him this time.
A husband returned from trade too soon?
A child awake all night with fevered dreams?
She glimpses herself in the mirror, caught
in the bold yellow light of a sunlit morning –
a golden woman surrounded by shadows,
guilt straining the line of her mouth, the set of her eyes.
Her hands poise lightly over the strand of perfect pearls
that she has placed on the table where she sits
wondering why she can’t tell him the silly truth –
that she’s taken scissors to her hair, again,
snipped away unruly ends, the ones
caught in the clasp of those perfect pearls
that each day lay around her neck like rosary
stones, heavy with penance and regret.
She strains to hear her heart beat under
the rich lie of satin and ermine,
the dark expectations of perfect pearls.
That night she will dream again of rubies
raining like wine from the sky, turning her hair
into fiery wings and her throat into
a necklace of crushed and bloody pearls.
And so she closes her door against the demands
of senseless hands, the burdens of satin and ermine.
She ignores the shadows circling her moment
and writes, instead, of a mirror freed by sunlight,
of the potent truth of ruby dreams.
Yawn.
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tif on 27 Apr 2004
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