POEM OF THE WEEK

(First published in Poetry Ireland Review (2017) and will be part of my new collection Dusking Through Waves to be published in March 2020)

I SEE HER

 

I see her through a cubist’s eye

chiselled planes & angles mingle in black & white

disentangled, broken up & rearranged

in geometric form.

 

I see her though an impressionist’s eye

rapid dabs of paint, dots, distorted,

sparkling patches of light & colour –

incandescent.

 

I see her through a miniaturist’s eye

minute, modelled like a doll

held in the palm of a hand, such infinite patience,  

dexterous. 

 

I see her through a surrealist’s eye

confusion, un-recognisable in shape or form,

her reality disguised in the triptych mirror of art –

instinctive.

 

I see her through an icon painter’s eye

dark image illumed by silver & gold, a halo

above her head, so exquisite it is considered

acheiropoieta.

 

I see her through a portrait painter’s eye

perfect in every detail as she gazes

out of the canvas of imperfection, her inner essence,

unveiled,

 

a slight smile, gentle contentment,

no smudges of a dark fanciful world apparent

in her reasoned demeanour as she sits,

hands apposed.

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