September 19, 2016 | Occasus | Issue 6 | Poetry
2 Poems by Rachel Hofford:
Henri de Toulouse-Lautrec (Painter)
bodies, two bodies, together under the covers
always people: colourful, contoured working, dancing, sleeping he knew how to draw the moulin rouge not how to become a part of it the pots of paint that women plastered on their lips and cheeks inspired the mesh and melt of fervent hues (or maybe everything is bright when you’ve had one too many) limbs drawn stunted his face— so different from those of his subjects the closest he ever got to love was In Bed (1893) There he was red, orange, yellow Warm, Loved |
Millay at Steepletop
boughs reached out for her, not she for them
and the blossoms were soft, they laid their heads on her knee like children waiting for a story she is black and white but you can see the pink, the flush, a swipe of deep green in the foreground the park after a rush of rain she is the centre and everything blurs just for her |
RACHAEL HOFFORD is studying English Literature at Western.