The poet, Theodora Stratis, wrote the following piece, inspired by my painting “Jaffrey Interior” (above).
Split of light, stacked against glossy layers of mantel white paint
against dark of the next room, loose thoughts, the changing hour.
I am a body at rest atop blue sofa, bound by that first law.
For I am not equal to opposition.
My locked limbs deny my rise from this velvet firmness,
halt all desire to amble in unconfined air amidst the flutter and flap of wings,
leaves, the soak of midday rays on skin and scalp.
Instead I track the day by the migration of a contained sun
that peeks through corner of eastern-most window at dawn,
ignites the room at noon. A late day slap of shadow lace
refracts through fluid window and then this slow farewell,
sometimes pink and orange or a slash of purple.
Yellow orb of shaded lamp meets dusk
And I follow.
Theodora Stratis 4-19