by Roy Beckemeyer
“Blue-winged Angel” An ekphratic poem inspired by artist Carl Dahl’s porcelain “Blue-winged Angel, Female.”
You open your wing
explosively, as if cyclonic
winds had whisked your smalt-blue,
your Delft blue, your ultramarine blue,
your essential-essence-of-blue cloak,
had thrown it out as if it were
the only sky in all the world,
your un-pigmented body suddenly,
blindingly, lightning-white, and
cracked as if by thunderclap.
The vacuum left by that whip-
snapped mantle exposing breasts,
ribs, navel, thighs, letting us know,
oh, God, letting us truly know, that angels
are only all too human.
Artist Carl Dahl’s work may be found on his Website.