Implicit

A poem by Lydia Kwa

Windows with eyes fixate on the betrayal
as she—cloaked and hooded—
descends the flight of
cold stone

Wind’s power evident in
scattered papers and leaves

Subverts the narrowing
strictures of convention

She is departing from
harrowing façade

Strength lies
implicit in the folds
of her robe

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These lyrics were written in response to Rupture (Ruptura, 1955) a painting by Remedios Varo, a remarkable Surrealist painter. Reprinted from Uncommon Magic (2011, Upstart Press, edited by Christina Decarie).

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