Study of a Woman's Head, by Leonardo Da Vinci Details are long gone: the smell of rabbit glue mixed with bone, the scrape of pencil, underdrawing of workshop and kitchen, of the quarter, of men’s hands and voices, and the day, and the season. She knew it all, it weighed on her like work still to be done, the floor that was swept and that needs sweeping, this here, that there, and back again, and the ending even harder. I could tuck that wisp of hair into place, speak to her in her language, Madonnina, angelo. Maura High Maura High was born and raised in Wales and now lives and works, as a freelance editor, in Carrboro, North Carolina. Her work has appeared in anthologies and journals, among them Tar River Poetry, New England Review, and The Southern Review. She has two small books, the chapbook The Garden of Persuasions (Jacar Press, 2013) and Stone, Water, Time (Lyric Kinard Publishing, 2019).
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Cyndi MacMillan
7/1/2020 10:10:11 am
Sumptuous. I love its flow, how you fearlessly used conjunction and consonance. So strong while keeping everything soft, light... BAM!
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