HAPPY HALLOWEEN TRICK OR TREAT
When I go into the garden, there she is.
The specter holds up her arms to show
that her hands are eaten off.
She is silent because of the agony.
There is blood on her face.
I can see she has done this to herself.
So she would not feel the other pain.
And it is true, she does not feel it.
She does not even see me.
It is not she anymore, but the pain itself
that moves her. I look and think
how to forget. How can I live while she
stands there? And if I take her life
what will that make of me? I cannot
touch her, make her conscious.
It would hurt her too much.
I hear the sound all through the air
that was her eating, but it is on its own now,
completely separate from her. I think
I am supposed to look. I am not supposed
to turn away. I am supposed to see each detail
and all expression gone. My God, I think,
if paradise is to be here
it will have to include her.
There She Is by LINDA GREGG
Magical World of Myths & Legends
ARKTOS showing in our current exhibition
Artist: Oleksii Gnievyshev
Oil on canvas
Size:100 cm x 80 cm
ART IN THE WORLD’S FIRST GARDEN CITY
ICAS – VILAS FINE ART