Two Women


The two women could be sisters

sitting with heads bowed, foreheads almost

touching in svelte sensuality,

sweat on temples plaid with dark hair.

Sun on the water,

darkness with light,

a sluice of rays tucked into the bones of noon

staining brows and hands.

One holds a baby to her white breast,

bird-like in its taut need,

knotted fists stroking skin and air,

embalmed in downy arms and pinwheels

of declining morning.

The chopped blue tide looks on.


© Dianne Touchell 2021

Painting © Galya Stambolieva