Bio Note: I am an award-winning poet and artist. My poems have been published in several anthologies, in newspapers and online, including The Long Island Quarterly, The Tipton Poetry Journal, and The High Window. My first full-length book of poetry, Glimpse, will be published by Kelsay Books in 2023.
lovely Leonardos a Cohen, of the priestly class the sailors leave tea and oranges by your door in Hydra here is Suzanne’s mirror for you to hold show me who I am heal me with your cracks of liquid light jagged and gleaming across my heart you knew just how far we all might travel in our blindness lovely Leonardos this lonely one can see you I have always been your lover I sink before your wisdom like a stone
Portrait of a Woman in Five Poses
one an arched eyebrow an upturned chin at a dramatic angle a Grace Kelly headshot with sunglasses and silk scarf tied below the chin an air that said she knew inside she could have been a star but for a woman’s burdens two intelligent blue eyes on a Catherine Deneuve face that might have bought her more had someone, early on, showed her she was worthy three a long-legged Liz Taylor reclining on a discounted beach towel feeling hungover in the dunes at an expensive seaside resort next to four sunburned children and an unfortunate man with a middle-class wage four the Barbara Stanwyck smile of a disenchanted woman an alluring femme fatale caught in the wrong mid-century modern script five sitting at a bar, somewhere warm palm trees in the background a few drinks into the evening, amused in the company of the right someone just enough money, for a brief moment to forget who she is and live like a star
who taught you so well, at 17 that love can only be a thin-skinned balloon bouncing upon a pin all this time you have been hiding from sharp objects safe and deep inside your heart all these tangled years braided with barbed black ribbons it was hard for broken teachers to explain that which they had not learned leaving you to see yourself through a funhouse mirror forgive them for their misshapen minds they were misguided too when they close their eyes in the dark they are visited by guilty ghosts and cannot look away
©2023 Victoria Twomey
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