The Murmur of Myrrh
Kate Capato’s, The Lilly, 2017. Oil in canvas.
In Solomon’s canticle the groom, a radical, is unavailable.
And yet I am here, to see you through canvas — just a double
plane — to query about the lily, a white mirror of our rebirth.
Petal and pistil trumpet the Passion with an oppression
in the dint of their reaching stare, above the brush cut.
I hear each gilden nimbus mingle to hazily simulate a cymbal.
The glassy percussion seems to summon my question,
“Where is He, the groom, in the throne room?”
You reply, “Seeing Him is deferrable for the inevitable seventy-two hours
in Joseph of Arimathea’s chalkish limestone tomb.” Show us the roses,
Theotokos. Eloquent action against the underdevelopment of hope
has had the Polish pope sketch theology of anatomy.
But oddly, here you are, in oil, not a chrism of the artist’s chroma,
but a prism of emotion housed in your constant schism
between earthly and eternal, not a tragic myth or a Lazarus.
Yet you, My Subject, do take an adjective, in altered laughter,
from the color analysis of your eyes. Are they brown-pear? No, ocher?
If pear, Our Queen, then I’m in error. If pear, then there is a promise here,
in the hue on our canvas, that you grant us assistance.
Yet above your headlights, your lingering eyebrows hover.
While the lashes dash towards them, praying for grace above your two eye ovals.
Inside, your irises roll right like the yoke in two eggs,
standing on the wide end and elliptically tilted on a plate
that is slightly sloped. Is it one stare, probing infinity, demurely assessing
the prospect and all three meanings of love? Who else is there?
Grant us that thick hair. Dressed in a blended blue hue of aqua
and celeste, his palm and your ring finger consummate a third party:
Add the scarf, and that makes a trilogy!
An azure, to your vision, is passing through the faithful geyser Gabriel.
Whose right forefinger purports a cell phone with a call that’s now your own,
transmitted to your fingers which reach like a tuner’s palm;
your hand’s shadow running the piano wire, bringing a new
duration to the treble of our earthly vessel. A harp, lute or spinet?
So I listen, using synesthesia, like the gift of multimedia,
to expose a partridge song in a hasty, penetrating high-C,
singing the briefest interjection of “hello” in three’s: “Hi, hi, hi!”
Lilies now share their fragrance to the tableau:
It’s appropriate to kneel in the Upper Room, as the sommelier
will bring a clove metaphor to the red wine’s phenol aroma.
And perhaps the black licorice, of Nicodemus LLC, manufactured
in Secaucus, above the slightly brackish meadowland on a loamy
knoll, where all grass is flesh. Beyond the fence,
and through the triptych archway, the sound of a water flow
leaves an alluvial deposit beneath the brambling brook.
Its noise gurgling in an attempt at song,
a distant echo to David whose semitic descendent has come.
Poet, Playwright, and Master Teaching Artist, Dr. Christopher Parker www.drchristopherwparker has taught for organizations such as the New Jersey State Council on the Arts and the Geraldine R. Dodge Foundation. Widely published in literary journals, and a catechist for twenty-five years, Chris holds an MFA in Poetry from Columbia University (‘81) and an Ed.D. in Pedagogy and Philosophy from Montclair State University (‘15), as well as a certificate in Philosophy for Children. Recipient of an Allen Ginsberg Award and New Jersey State Council on the Arts Fellowship, Chris is a Creative Aging specialist https://www.lifetimearts.org/roster/profile/christopher.parker/. A teaching artist for students ages 4 to 104, the father of four daughters and grandfather of two more, Parker is married and lives in Bloomfield, NJ. He teaches Creative Thinking at Montclair State University.
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Kate is a Sacred Art Painter, Inspirational Speaker, and Faith-filled Movement artist on a mission to spread God's love through beauty! Her inspiration comes from prayerful encounters with the Lord, and the rich traditions of our Catholic faith. When she's not creating something faith inspired, Kate is often traveling all over the world with her hubby soaking in the wonders of God's creation, or spending time with family and friends to live every moment to the fullest. To see her work, visit her portfolio below and share in this mission of spreading truth and goodness.
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