Recalled to Life for my husband, upon his receiving first dose of experimental drug Today you and I venture from our cocoon near the medical center to the fine arts museum about a block away to enjoy a few hours of the respite for which art and verse are made. The paintings speak as never before-- Heda’s Banquet Piece with its crumpled linens, overturned silver goblets, half-peeled citrus, and bread and oysters strewn across table; van Dijk’s 1600s painting of Elisha’s meeting with the Shunammite and her son, her only son, having just returned to his mother in the land of the living. And here we are, this April day, ourselves a part of the canvases—we, the figures in Heda’s painting, having hurriedly exited the dinner table, the ghosts in van Dijk’s masterpiece awaiting the call to new life. Jo Taylor This poem was first published in Georgia Poetry Society’s Reach of Song, Spring, 2022. Jo Taylor is a retired, 35-year English teacher from Georgia. Her favourite genre to teach high school students was poetry, and today she dedicates more time to writing it. In 2021 she published her first collection of poems, Strange Fire. She enjoys morning walks, playing with her two grandsons, ages four and seven, and collecting and reading cookbooks.
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