Medieval Fantasy

A Medieval Fantasy

Your hair (a silken fairy-tale pennon)
Says “No!” to my
Silent question
While you stare into the wind.

My eyes (trickling courtyard fountains)
Say “Why?” to your
Loneliness. and dream
About Love as they dry.

My heart (a weather-beaten keep)
Says “Goodbye!” to your smile
And locks itself up
Behind an arrow-scarred wall.

— Stace Johnson, 1987

It Could Have Been a Masterpiece

It Could Have Been a Masterpiece

for Greg Lazrus

Ten short years
The Artist leaned into his tottering
Old easel, drawing graphite
Shapes and lines of a boy.

Ten years more
The Artist mixed colors on his palette,
Coaxing from oils
Shades and hues of a man.

As the portrait neared completion,
The Artist, as artists will do,
Scrubbed the canvas with
Turpentine.

— Stace Johnson, 1987