by Cristina Norcross
(Inspired by the painting and book, Girl with a Pearl Earring)
I forget the market square –
blood under fingernails,
flies drunk in the air.
I forget my cracked hands
from too hot laundry water
and re-scrubbing front step bricks.
I am the stage.
Look over your shoulder, he says.
I look beyond my present.
Blue and gold scarves adorn my head
like exotic plumage.
I sit taller,
daring to stare back into slate blue eyes
that see only color and shapes.
A hand dabs with a palette knife,
then soft brushes smooth over
my canvas.
Layer by layer,
with pigments and shadows,
the other me appears.
The white of pearl glows
at the edge of each eye
asking you to believe.
Copyright ©:
2011
Last updated August 25, 2011