...The Two Faces of Forsythia... Poetry and Art by Carole Anzolletti
The alchemist
turns over words
paints them black
and gold
and sees them drip
in certain sunlight
The sound of summer
crickets fade
into her poems
fade into leaves
gone dry and dead
appearances on
the canvas
cloaked in lines
and geometry
tears mixed
into acrylics and inks
saliva and paint
and sweat
all salted
and bitter
transferred
into the pulp
of the light
in the eyes
of the two
Faces of Forsythia