My fifth ekphrastic contribution for National Poetry Month on a Marcel Herms painting

05 He's not there for he has risen[22795]

 

Eyelids

To see her eye lids risen,
brightness in her blue eyes
a glint that she knows.

Lids risen on bedraggled eyelash wings
so she is not elsewhere but here.
Corners of my mouth would lift.

It would be a heaven on earth
rather than this purgatory,
this wait not lifted.

Angels occupy upwards and devils
downwards. Perhaps heaven
Is six feet under and hell in the stars.

 

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