Ann McGovern

Becoming an Artist in Mallorca

I draw the hot breeze flicking the leaves,
draw my body with passion
like two cats fighting in a storm.

Draw with strips of red pepper and a fig,
draw upside down with a twig dipped in black ink.

I draw shapes of honey-colored rocks and artichoke flowers
as blue as old ice in Antarctica.
I draw women’s kitchen voices and clang of pots.

I want to draw the taste of paella
and getting drunk on sangria with slices of apples and oranges.

I want to draw the yellow butterfly
zigzagging across the patio this moment.
I want to draw last night under the fat moon,

swimming naked, bats skimming the pool.
I want to draw how I was, alone.

First published in Georgetown Review.

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