Joanna Gilman Hyde

"Good Morning, World!"

Beauty

Eye painted a Wave

once

on a lobster crate slat

and It came out perfect

with the dazzle of Silver

sparkling off Its edge

to catch My Eye this morning

here in My Corner Room

where Eye live in My House

to think

and to look at The Sun’s Molten Light

gleaming to Me

from The Sea of My Existence

End of a Marriage

Dr Blair will you please

claim the life

of Your Dead Computer —

Eye do not want It

Hulking up My Work Table

Eye do not want It

PERSEVERANCE

Eye make My Bed

upon rising

Eye make My Art

upon the morning dark

dancing to the music

of black frustration

 

Skirt

Veiled Sky Pulls Back

Revealing My Glowing Day

Dawning Underneath

My Two Daughters

My Daughters Eye Wear

On My Right Ring Finger

and My Left —

My Finger of Engagement

Is For Blonde Eliza:

Eye Made Her Up To Be

A Woman Who Could Do ANYTHING

(and She Would Have To Be Beautiful)

Her Turquoise Tear Drop

Is Set Between Two Tiny Diamonds —

She’s Coming Home

On My Father’s Birthday

To Stay Four Days.

 

Golden Maria Stays Forever

On My Right:

Her Unformed Heart

Is Eternal Strength —

She Is My Beautiful Dark Haired Woman

With The Most Melodious Voice

Who Appeared On My Right Shoulder —

Who Was Taken From My Womb

On My Mother’s Death Day —

Who Came To Me To Be Named.

 

These Two Women Are My Daughters:

One Light, One Dark

One To Have In Life, One In Death —

One Joy, One Comfort —

These Two Daughters

Are My Sacred Accessories

To MIND

 

ART

My Work, My Fun

is conglomerated

packed inside

My House

like baby tiny spiders

hatching out

to live their fragile lives

in amongst the nooks

of My Exterior

TIME

Eye sat beneath

His Silver Tree

& heard a bird

I could not see —

I looked and looked

& heard some more —

then saw its yellow

fly off to Yore

Dr Legend

My Captive of nineteen years ago

stood bedraggled

in the night time doorway

of His dank examining room

with Arms of Dishonour

extended

Morning Tea With Cream

Eye wear regal fakery

on My Left Ring Finger —

solid gold

on My Right.

The World will be told

why

some time soon

if the parties involved

feel like it

 

The Cottage

Eye have had My Fill

of wedding rings

& long black hairs

dislodged from corners,

bed & bath

The man is Mine —

if He is a Man —

and I cannot live

the single life