Nothing Subtle (a poem by request)

Vera Sacrum---Marie Fox, 2012.

Vera Sacrum—Marie Fox, 2012.

Another poem written at the request of Marie Fox, painter. She gave me three words: slivered, subtle, grasses. Here’s a link to the first one, Premature Epitaph for a Painter.

Nothing Subtle

There’ll be nothing subtle
about the cold August moon
leaking over the dunes
from the thin black sky,
spreading frostbite
in pale splotches on
the slivered marram grasses.

Anyone could paint it if
they figured out how to mix one
brush tip dipped in the sky’s late
afternoon blue with a gull’s breast
and all the wind-whitened crests
of the Gulf’s early morning waves.
Oh, anyone could paint it then

if their brush didn’t freeze
to the moonlight smeared
on the palette. If they did not
absently lick the brush,
feel ice crystals form
and go swinging over the dunes
on frozen ropes of saliva.

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