By M. Leona Godin
Study of the artist in white
A prepared canvas hangs
On pristine plaster walls.
In clean apron,
Bleached brilliant, starched crisp,
The artist enters.
With hieroglyphs and prayers,
The artist sculpts touch
Out of Stoney void.
Staring into frozen tundra
The artist, dazzled,
Sees white hot visionscapes,
Where another sees only emptiness.
The artist, pressed down by Weightless bubbles,
Pushes thoughts up into them
With black ink and spray paint,
Let there be light,
And my crystalline mind
Will shatter it into colors!
Sea Foam
Aphrodite, goddess of love,
Emerged from sea foam,
A gift from calamity,
A painting in the mind’s eye...
The little artist sits
On her lime green chair
At a myrtle table,
Mixing sea foam green,
A color that softens
The edges of waves.
Suddenly, she sprouts
Teal feathered wings
And beats them vigorously.
Thrice round her spring green room She circles,
Then out the window
Into grass green freedom.
There she will see
Turquoise seas and emerald cities,
Deep green jungles
And moss covered graves.
Although she will not see
The Darkness coming,
She will see
A thousand greens grow
In a single night’s dream.
About M. Leona Godin
M. Leona Godin is a blind writer, performer and doctor of philosophy. She received her PhD in Early Modern Literature from NYU's English department and currently lives in Astoria, Queens. She has written and produced two plays: The Star of Happiness, about Helen Keller's time on vaudeville and The Spectator & the Blind Man, about the very sexy history of the invention of braille. Her writing has recently appeared or is forthcoming in FLAPPERHOUSE, Newtown Literary, Danse Macabre, and Quail Bell Magazine, where she writes a regular column called Distill My Heart, about all things aromatic and alcoholic. Read all things Godin at DrMLGodin.com.
Study of the artist in white
A prepared canvas hangs
On pristine plaster walls.
In clean apron,
Bleached brilliant, starched crisp,
The artist enters.
With hieroglyphs and prayers,
The artist sculpts touch
Out of Stoney void.
Staring into frozen tundra
The artist, dazzled,
Sees white hot visionscapes,
Where another sees only emptiness.
The artist, pressed down by Weightless bubbles,
Pushes thoughts up into them
With black ink and spray paint,
Let there be light,
And my crystalline mind
Will shatter it into colors!
Sea Foam
Aphrodite, goddess of love,
Emerged from sea foam,
A gift from calamity,
A painting in the mind’s eye...
The little artist sits
On her lime green chair
At a myrtle table,
Mixing sea foam green,
A color that softens
The edges of waves.
Suddenly, she sprouts
Teal feathered wings
And beats them vigorously.
Thrice round her spring green room She circles,
Then out the window
Into grass green freedom.
There she will see
Turquoise seas and emerald cities,
Deep green jungles
And moss covered graves.
Although she will not see
The Darkness coming,
She will see
A thousand greens grow
In a single night’s dream.
About M. Leona Godin
M. Leona Godin is a blind writer, performer and doctor of philosophy. She received her PhD in Early Modern Literature from NYU's English department and currently lives in Astoria, Queens. She has written and produced two plays: The Star of Happiness, about Helen Keller's time on vaudeville and The Spectator & the Blind Man, about the very sexy history of the invention of braille. Her writing has recently appeared or is forthcoming in FLAPPERHOUSE, Newtown Literary, Danse Macabre, and Quail Bell Magazine, where she writes a regular column called Distill My Heart, about all things aromatic and alcoholic. Read all things Godin at DrMLGodin.com.