Joanna Gilman Hyde

"Good Morning, World!"

Tag: Silver

MORNING VIEW

The Hawk Corner Room 9:26am

I See The Thinnest of A Silver Line

Along The Piece of Horizon Facing Me

Cloud Banks Are In Linear Formation

Above The Silver

The Ocean

Is A Grey Foundation:

My Foothold To The Structure of The Sky

CONCENTRIC CIRCLES

The Hawk Dining Room 5:00pm

I’ve polished The Silver Candelabra in a New Ceremony

but first had to get old wax off all three sections

with a tongue depressor from Hunter’s Office

— I got the splotches of wax off the mirrored tray

which The Candelabra sits on in the centre of Our Marble Table:

Candelabra Base

New Doily

Round Mirrored Tray

Marble Lazy Susan

Round Marble Table — seats six

The three Candles are new glittery Silver from China

via Halifax

I’ll be eating My Soup from The Basement

(Hunter’s working late)

at My New Setting Tonight

after My Celebratory Glass

of White Wine

MY SPIRITUAL SELF

The Tomato-coloured Couch 6:48pm

My Preciousness I will dress for You

in White & Silver

to meet You at The Pearly Gates

with a bouquet of Almond Roses

I will take Your Right Hand with My Left

as I have longed to for these back-to-back decades

I will be in Contrast to Your Blackness

to Your Latency

I will provide The Opposition

for Our Reconciliation painted Grey

 

CONSTRUCT

Today I made a symbolic abortion

construction

out of My Red Lace Underwear

& Wire Coat Hanger

They’re arranged on a 16″ x 20″ white canvas board

painted with Red

& Purple

& glittery Silver nail polish

I think It looks

primitive

Indian

REACTION

The Hawk Kitchen 8:00pm

Purple is The Colour of My Heart

vacated

Silver The Colour of My Jewels —

Red is My Fury

no longer suppressed

These Three Components

sustain Me

now that The Little Man in Black

is Gone

PAINTING PLAN

The Hawk Kitchen 6:32pm

I could sit on Our New Kitchen Floor

Indian Style, like a Child

with stretched canvas

in front of Me, flat —

I could puddle The Purple

& get The Metallic Grey, Silver

oozing into The Plum

iridescent

& splotched with Red

from a spray can

liquid & interceding

out of My Lap

BLACK JOURNAL, BLACK & SILVER PEN

The Hawk Kitchen 4:30pm

I feel like physically throwing

paint around on a canvas

on the basement floor

or deck with drop cloths

& weights against the wind

an 8 X 10 footer

of purple & metallic grey

NO BLACK

hints, territories, of red

I have never before

felt this urge

UNPOSSESSED

The Hawk West Desk Window 11:12am

The Only Remnants

of My Black Possessions

are This Journal, My Pen

My Black Cat Astro

& One Pair of Jet Bead Earrings

Given To Me

By My Mother

NEW COLOURS

The Tomato-coloured Couch 4:33pm

I feel like throwing out

all My Black Clothes —

The Black Jesus Clothes

were for an operation

of secrecy & deceit

what colours can I resurrect?

Red & White

The Colours of Alarm

I am My Own Statement

of Alarm

Black Jesus is called off

Red is My Colour

& White is My Flag

My Canadian Flag

with Silver carrying Me

As I Fly

RECLAMATION

The Hawk West Desk Window 9:50am

Yesterday I threw away

My Silver Voodoo Star Man

an Object I had told My Self

was My Most Precious Possession —

well — The Sea possesses

Him Now —

The Silver of Him

is consumed

by The Majesty

of The Glinting Ocean

behind

My

Eyes