Wednesday, April 18, 2012

Poem 17: Olympia


There's no avoiding her eyes.
She is naked, but what you see
is her face. She is the subject
of this picture. This is not a performance.

She almost leaps out of the frame,
her head severed by the ribbon
resting upon her neck. But underneath
the challenge I see terror; a caged bird
that has lost the ability to sing,
though she will never admit that.

No comments:

Post a Comment