The Hawk Living Room 5:00pm
The Shower Of Silver Lights*
has found a home
bounced off
The Fuchsia Tumour
which has been rejected
( It deadened The Tomato-coloured Couch)
The Shower Of Silver Lights
will be stretched properly
& mounted on
a 2-storey wall
of Its own
*changed name to My Black Star
The Hawk Deck 11:22am
I have succeeded
in painting out
The Shower Of Silver Lights
They will stream forth
from the wall above
My Tomato-coloured Couch
& They Will Be Divine
The Hawk Basement 10:22am
Emanating from The Spears
of black & silver
Light
I have applied
an edge of lurid green
to My Purple Heart
The Hawk Portico 1:53pm
I want to reign in
The Shower Of Lights
consolidate Them
into a pattern
rather than a room
full of light
I want to make Them
an Emblem
a Signature
of The Divine
The Hawk Portico NOON
I am dressed to paint
My Killer Lines
of Dagger Points
in My Black Lace Bra
& Black Jesus Underwear
I hear The Chickadee’s
approval
before I begin
I just have to draw
The Silver Blades
out
Tonight Marks The Thirtieth Anniversary
of The Signing of
Thank You For Watching
The Hawk Utility Room 7:56pm
I stood above
My Mother’s Killer
dying on the basement floor
I thought of all
I’ve done to fill Her
and now can sleep
forever more
The Tomato-coloured Couch 6:19pm
My Mother’s Brain Tumour
is dying
on the basement floor
is soon to be
enveloped by
perhaps a silver heart
but
the “roots”
will
survive
The Tomato-coloured Couch 8:24pm
Today I went to Sobey’s
in My Husband’s old paint pants
belted
but first I had to go to the bank
& walking over
in an October wind
I felt, for the first time:
I really am an artist
living in Nova Scotia
The Hawk West Desk Window NOON
I have My Paint Clothes on:
Black Marks and Spencer pants
of My Husband’s
from twenty years ago —
a little girl’s white knitted top
with pearl buttons
no jewellery except for My Silver Hoops
I’m waiting for My Canvas
to be delivered
I’m churning
My Meaning Of Life
over & over
in My Brain
Joanna Gilman Hyde 