My Wife at the Art Gallery
We walk hand in hand inside the Riverfront gallery Amazed by the paintings thumbtacked Like posters to the wall. For me it’s about space and Capturing the lightening quick responses The caramel surprise of her upturned eyes Glancing with marvel and glee at what she sees. I marvel back at her, the way she absorbs Each subject. The way she weighs it all, with the Geiger counter of untainted beauty. Moving from view to view, ekphrastic and tender. Almost unlocking the tears lodged in paint Feeling the atomic weight of colour on the canvas Each splotch organized by the eye Discerning the fainted silence of each deft stroke. My own eyes paint this scene as she rises above me Like a true painting of the Transfiguration, A bright angel amidst the canvas of my eye. Denis Robillard Denis Robillard has had more than 200 poems published across Canada, The USA and Europe since 2005.
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Denis Robillard
7/11/2016 12:47:25 pm
Thanks for publishing this poem. My wife was tickled pink when she saw it.
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