Joanna Gilman Hyde

"Good Morning, World!"

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

 

“The World Is My Oyster”

and Eye am The Grit —

the contaminant, the irritant

and layer by layer

Eye will come out

Gleaming

My Window

Eye have My Window Open

to breathe the air of night

in Eye let the gusts of wind

to scare away My Fright

I am alone, yes, I say

but to what end Eye see

that by My Self I will live

and be forever free

This Morning’s Dream

Eye have risen from The Vision

of standing on a big wide beach

around here somewhere

with no one there but Me

and as I stood at the edge of no waves

I felt that I was The Contaminant

and Eye called out, and out

to My Daughter Eliza

The Hell With “Art”

—- Eye have re-created The Holy Trinity:

God The Mother, Daughter and The Holy Ghost

A Great Find

Here is an artist’s note on the back of her painting

found at the Salvation Army in Yarmouth, Nova Scotia:

“Jim, Here is the painting that you forgot to take with you on Saturday.  I hope you like it! Hope to see you again soon.

From, Robin”

Robin MacGillavray ’99

Control & Surrender

When Eye was a child

I decided The Bathroom

was My Favorite Room —

that if the house blew apart

in a hurricane

It was The Bathroom

Eye would live in —

& I would sleep in the tub

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