SAINT JULIAN PRESS
DAVID BRENDAN HOPES ~ POET
Jan van Eyck
In this Northern Annunciation
do not anticipate conflict
between conviction and observation.
To be thought of is to be achieved.
The rainbow hilarious archangel
warps the floor with real weight.
The Holy Ghost descends like
a circus dancer on a golden wire,
smaller than doves in life,
as if to affirm the miracle
survives the carnival of externals.
Mary says her lines upside-down
for His convenience.
The agent of a bashful love,
the angel brings her lilies,
smiling sweetly at it all,
ear cocked to the tramp
of kingdoms in the lily's throat.
The Testament, an afterthought
cut in an incidental floor,
holds this jewel, this sky-larking up.