Blue Circus, Oil Paint on Canvas, 1950
“Mine alone
is the land
that exists in my soul
I enter it without a passport
like I do my own home”
—Marc Chagall
Polymorphous saturation
oh blue
space, river without banks
speculum
mundi
there’s a cock in the corner
banging a drum
fish with a sly eye
head a bed for supple coupling
horse in green, coquette
lovingly decapitated
by cerulean shadow
mane preened
cooping up a man
delirious moon on violin
flecked orb, yellow orchestral
depthless dancing
to horn, cello, accordion
ring-wrangling Mediterranean nymph
oh blue
lumière
liberté
in a diagonal swath
a trapeze-artist swims
upside down, rouged
peacock crowned
belly round, breasts round
like a prayer
that sometimes ends
in laughter
First appeared in Voluptuous Bristle (Finishing Line, 2010).
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