by Susan Cornelis
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| Art by the poet. |
. . .and I’ve wandered into
a dream world I no longer recognize,
teeming with shapes,
twisted
gone
out of bounds
dangerous,
like a cell phone
mistaken for a gun.
So many ways
to get it wrong,
to step where a trap is set.
Too much for this little guy
who sees a featureless white shape,
which seems to be slumbering,
like Fox, who is warm around his neck,
but where is the thing’s head
where is the mouth
where the teeth?
Too much for this little guy
who knows not yet
the art of hiding.
Too much for me
and for you too,
even as we stand here
learning the shape of fear,
trying not to turn away.
Susan Cornelis is an Olympia, WA mixed media artist, workshop teacher and art blogger. Her ekphrastic poetry is an exploration of the emotional content of her paintings. She refers to these as Conversations with the Muse, which are regularly posted on her blog by that name at http://susancornelis.
