This is an Ekphrastic poem based on the work of Valery Milovic
I’m the girl with pigtails and x-ed out
eyes of death, clutching red
heart to chest, with long thin striped arms,
and he flies over me, an angel of death. First we sit on a park bench,
a nuclear reactor in the background, and he holds my heart, tiny,
in his arms which like mine are also striped, and he smiles.
Then we stand
next to the corrugated fence covered with graffiti, which encloses
what is his and my heart is large and pale. He smiles
in his round pale face, and holds one hump of my engorged heart, and I the other,
and it tears like the babe in the story of Solomon the Wise
My heart is not anatomical, pumping
blood through aorta and valve. Rather it is two-dimensional and tame,
a constructionpaper cutout for a schoolgirl valentine. Sometimes
he’s an albino rabbit with cranberry eyes, and I’m alone, just a pale girl.
My red heart is my only gift.
c. Arlaina Ash 2013