From the window at Saint-Rémy
I saw a starry night and my brush
was turbulent with swirls.
The night sky was not dark — a bright moon
and eleven yellow-white stars lit the blue.
Still, I was Joseph, thrown into a pit alone
until I heard His voice bend in the wheat.
Renee Gherity lives and writes Maryland. She is a graduate of the University of Minnesota and Mitchell-Hamline University School of Law. Her work has appeared in Poet Lore, Innisfree Poetry Journal, District Lines, and in 0-Dark-Thirty, The Report. She recently participated in Ekphrasis, an exhibit that paired work of painters from the Corcoran (Washington, DC) and poets from the Writer’s Center (Bethesda, MD). She has been a featured reader in Maryland and Minnesota.
The Ekphrastic Review
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