Poems
Two Poems: Fade, Brushed In
Fade
what do you look for in the old photograph? perfection of yellowed sky must have been November could have been quiet there not like today with wind and snow and February wrapped around my shoulders and it’s ribbon through my hair no that day was calm those trees had not grown up yet still lower in that old sky blown out and faded yellow edge not sure what I look for tried to paint those faded faces but the girls grew up some got married. one did not. one divorced one writes this poem the boy died
Brushed In
it was airy outside the sky, peeling clouds like overcast gauze the spring trees having recently only known decomposition of winter I continue to unfold as if green what glorious loop of wind will become a ribbon of strange dream tonight? I can paint you in the morning warmth maddeningly brushed into cool silence brushed into my tangled mind brushed into my hair and eyelashes the tears that linger wet salt they collect reflection in their pools the veridian and yellow of newborn dandelion the paleness of aqua sky the surface to shutter in the rotation of earth
Katie Rosenblatt is a Massachusetts based artist. Her body of work includes collage, watercolor paintings, chalk pastel and charcoal drawing and poetry.