On Magritte’s The Voice of Blood, by Lisa St. John

The Voice of Blood, by Rene Magritte (Belgium), 1948.

On Magritte’s The Voice of Blood
                             "Art evokes the mystery without which the world would not exist." René Magritte

I think we should listen more to 
old wives and their tales.

Learn how not to get caught in a storm (of fear),
not to enter the (wrong) doors,
how to avoid the falling stars (or catch a ride).

How to let go (and know) when trees are silent they are free.

The voice of blood is captured in the geometry of trees and the lie of open windows. Meandering greys bend in moonlight’s fortune-telling whispers. Listen.
There is no color without light.

Listen 
to the moonlight shape our monochromatic truth.
Listen, old wives, to our prayers for fairytale endings ever,
ever,
after 
grey is washed in morning, graffiti of the light revealed. 

​Lisa St. John

Lisa St. John is a high school English Teacher who has occasionally published poems. Her newest endeavors include a memoir in progress and, of course, poetry. Her first chapbook, Ponderings, can be purchased at Finishing Line Press. She lives in the beautiful Hudson Valley of upstate New York where she calls the Catskill Mountains home. Lisa has published her poetry in the Barbaric Yawp, Bear Creek Haiku, Misfit Magazine, The Poet’s Billow PKA’s Advocate, Haight Ashbury Literary Journal, and Chronogram Magazine. The poem “There Must Be a Science to This” won The Poet’s Billow’s Bermuda Triangle Contest and “Mowing the Lawn” was shortlisted for the Fish Poetry Prize and later published in Fish Anthology 2016. She also has several travel articles posted on GoNomad.com. When she is not reading or writing longer pieces, Lisa enjoys thinking out loud on her blog, Random Mind Movements. http://lisastjohnblog.com