Georgia Poem - 97th Annual Fall Art Show
Georgia On My Mind
by Gina Dunlap |
Georgia on My Mind The marl of sun and the sands of her face, The super bleach of conventical wimple; Medieval the liminal space Of the ear’s dark whorl - the whole made simple: The profiled iris black and keen Bowl where light held all she knew: The towers, the sculls, each shape she’d seen The macular fog that grew, and grew Around the light-remembered spaces. And here, the hand that warmed the brush That combed the mind’s found shapes it traces; The lips’ tight lure, the words they hush Yet speak the name, you well compose, The ardent stare of one white rose. - Frank Callery |