Joanna Gilman Hyde

"Good Morning, World!"

Category: visual art

Staying Power

Eye don’t have to leave

My House

The House on The Hawk

I fought for in Court

unrepresented —

Eye don’t have to leave

Cape Sable Island

for idyllic privacy

on the ocean in Jordan Bay

Eye have the ocean

lots of it

here

Eye don’t have to listen

to friends, ex-friends

who say I should get

“a fresh start”

Eye am in My Fresh Start

here

where Eye have come into My Own

as an established artist

happy in my morning studio

dreaming of my love

in bed @ night

who alone holds the option

of uprooting me

The Social Modulator

That’s Me —

caught between two worlds:

Our Earth with Its mutidudinous

religions —

and the Extraterrestrial Domain

of Our Heavens —

EYE do NOT believe in Hell,

or Mr. D’evil,

or Evil incarnate —

EYE do NOT believe in Sin,

though Eye carry Christ’s message

and EYE am a MEAT EATER,

solid disciplinarian

non-sports enthusiast

all-around artist

and purveyor of ULTRAVISION

The Sweaters of Eva

My first marriage

saw an array

of hand-knit sweaters

from My Beloved Mother-in-law

Peter’s Mother

Who clothed Me in fuzzy lavender

bold black and white and red

thalo green with purple grapes

and close-fitting short-sleeved

peachy butterflies

 

Today in Roseway Manor

Eye gave Eva cream for Her Hands

and She clasped Them together

happily

and I remembered

Eye Am Rich

Eye am rich

beyond compare

with the view

of last night’s

Dawning,

Mauve, and pale

pale blue, and

golden embers of

new light*

 

*topped by the crescent moon

Our Curve

I can see The Curve

of Our Earth

carried over The Eastern Horizon

by My Layer of Cloud Bank

not parallel

but dipping

@ either end

Good Morning Everybody!

Last night Eye went out

with My Husband’s Girlfriend

and boy is she beautiful!

Her long black hair

is really hair extensions

but she babies her hair —

Her eyes are large

with those famous arching brows

but best of all —

her face shrinks

into itself

at her chin

and Eye am inspired

to sculpt

Her Portrait

Art Opening

For The Shag Harbour Incident’s

51st Anniversary

I wore My New

Royal Blue Jumpsuit

bra less —

Eye pulled It off

October First

across the flagstone driveway

where Eye would find Fool’s Gold

My Father’s Father Bobby Hyde

constructed a stone play house

to match the stone dwelling He built by hand

named “The House In The Woods”

Remember:  The Play House

was only high enough

for children

and My Mother tole painted the cupboards

on either side of The Children’s Fireplace —

My Parents had a birthday party for Me

there, seated at the table and kids’ benches

built by My Mother’s Father

which She painted too in rich blue

with daisies to match Her Cupboards

The Start

Eye Rose Today

@ The Time of My Birth

to hear the subtle waves

through My Bathroom Window —

It’s still dark out

but I write by My Beside Light

and decide to return

the lipstick Eye chose

to wear

for My Opening

Off To A Bad Start

On My First Outing

with Dr Blair, after

showing him My Aquarium Mural

on the ceiling of the IWK* burn unit —

and going to Tim Horton’s —

Eye lay on the grass

of a Halifax park

to look into His Eyes of Blue:

“Do you think I am

The Second Coming of Christ?”

Eye hesitantly asked —

“No,” he said

“You’re a cheap date.”

*Isaac Walton Killam Children’s Hospital