Wind from the Sea after Wind from the Sea. by Andrew Wyeth (USA) 1947 Hundreds of dead hands – some sounding as names on living lips some known to no one moving air – cut, planed, and placed the pine and plaster straight lines and depth that conspire to hold wavy glass through which distant conifers serrate the skyline. The field of gale blown grass rolls where parallel tracks beckon motorists touch the smell of the saltwater’s edge. Perhaps Christina’s feet before the shriveling of nerves and muscles creaked the dusty cut nailed steps to hang hand me down curtains resurrected from the parlour asserting her order in angular unused space beneath split slate shingles shielding her and Alvaro from Noreastern blows. Lace panels unravel through winter dusk decompositions and summer solstice swelter – for all thread human spun be doomed to untwist – through decades of imprisoned air until 1947 when the odd artist, their neighbour Betsy’s beau and summer sojourner, determined to sketch the dormer window’s divinity where one could step beyond roof and peer from panes into nude air. August sun wringed the wooden walls until this decade’s lone attic visitor, sweating amid cobweb tapestry and paper wasp palaces, dropped his sketchpad to dance to the plain gable window facing the Atlantic’s edge, then raised the fly specked sash above dead moths and shriveled bees. The sting and scent of the sudden seabreeze billow the rotting fabric – languid birds embroidered by long forgotten fingers explode and abstract into life. Insect detritus disappeared as that wind chewed a portrait of frail Christina crawling free against the ceaseless indifferent tics and tocs of tides in water and sky into the fledgling eyes of our image thief who swelled beyond the truth the moving air’s genius trapped in the skull of line and light and shadow. Anything more than the nothing his brush added would belie his muse’s beauty. Tyson West Tyson West has published speculative fiction and poetry in free verse, form verse and haiku distilled from his mystical relationship with noxious weeds and magpies in Eastern Washington. He has no plans to quit his day job in real estate. He is currently the featured USA poet at Muse Pie Press.
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