Pearl Incantare
Her luminescence is an island of white slumber.
The girl believes pathos is a river that runs a course through stars.
I enter this painting, bring “I” to a place of sleep. Eyelids of the sky vanish. Eyes are the pearl.
She is dressed in lapis lazuli blue.
A flow of vulnerability floods the self. She is me. You are her.
Secrets of our nature are revealed in her gaze.
The museum guard is unaware that I have unhooked the painting from history.
Slipped it slowly from the wall and hidden it in my soul.
She becomes a poem from my silence to a petal.
Flora fauna self, spring of all seasons.
Girl with the Pearl.
Johannes Vermeer, the sphinx of Delft was a magician
who conjured innocence:
Girl With A Pearl.
A pearl in her mouth.
Pearl teeth of the dream.
A petal, unpetaled from the flower of the fruit.
Poetry written with ultramarine ink etched into pale flesh.
Girl with a pearl, how she possesses me.
Diane Dehler
Published in Pirene's Fountain, November, 2013
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