We who with songs beguile your pilgrimage / And swear that Beauty lives though lilies die, / We Poets of the proud old lineage / Who sing to find your hearts, we know not why ... (James Elroy Flecker)

2.4.25

Bones in the Georgia O'Keeffe Museum



Look, dearest Andrew! 

(with your beloved ghost eyes).

Look here!


The cow skull hangs on the wall,

nude as a new babe although 

not soft, not warm, not chubby.


No, it looks like an elongated face 

with tiny eyes and a huge open scream.


Turn it over and it still screams,

but the extra bones on the underside 

are ornate, like frilly trimmings. 


These eyes are high and slanted 

over pinpoint nostrils,

and the scream this side

is angry.  


The lateral view

has a long, thin nose

like a pointing finger

and teeth that hang 

like the fringe on a curtain.


Here, the eyes

are cavernous.

Their sightless gaze might dark-swallow

one who looks back.


But this is the bare skull.

Her paintings are phantasmagorical


in the vast book I bought 

– do you remember? –

in May 1999, in SanFran on Pier 39, 

where you’d dreamed of taking me


our only afternoon there, 

on a holiday weekend


so we couldn’t post it home

to Australia.


Between flights out, luggage already 

checked in and weighed, 

I slung it in a brand new cabin bag 

over my shoulder 


to re-board,

trying to to look as if it wasn’t 

weighing me down. 


Like smuggling something unauthorised

onto a space shuttle.





















The book. Actual size a little larger than my laptop, 

14-and-a-half by 11 inches or 36-and-a-half by 28 cm..


View the museum exhibit here.


Written for NaPoWriMo 2025, Day Two.

Also shared (off-prompt) with Friday Writings #171 at Poets and Storytellers United.





28 comments:

  1. A wonderful response, Rosemary, and I love that you too picked up on the bones in the Georgia O'Keeffe Museum. I was going to go with the cow skull, but then went with the bald eagle skull. I agree about the ‘tiny eyes and a huge open scream’. And I love that your poem took you on a journey too.

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  2. Wonderful❣️

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  3. I love the tour through the bone, especially the different perspectives, and so too the way you bring it home, just like the book. Good stuff!

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  4. ah, you and ghostly Andrew might have enjoyed the Exploratorium in SF, Rosemary, a hands-on science exhibit where once I palmed cow eyes from a bucket full of them. ~

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  5. The way this poem unfolds, the conversation, the description of the skull, the throw back to the memory.. a perfect representation of how we experience things: with people present or not, with memories, with all senses. Beautiful and even more so as it is written in the thick of Napowrimo.

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    1. Thanks, Rajani, for such high praise. (I don't know that we're in the thick of, yet. Get back to me halfway through the month and I might be writing very bad verse and feeling that I'm insane!)

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  6. Excellent, beguiling and thoughtful poetry

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  7. Well-worth the smuggling into the plane! Not only for the re-rereading and re-looking at it, relishing in the memories as well as the beauty of the art, but also as the inspiration for this fine poem!

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    1. Yes, I have cherished it all these years since. So glad you enjoyed the poem.

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  8. Great tribute and poetic description grounded in place. I had to look up the word phantasmagorical because it is so phantasmagorical. It looks like a made up wore. But aren't they all?

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    1. Good point; yes they are, of course. Glad you like the poem.

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  9. I've done that -- enormously heavy carry on, trying to hold it nonchalantly as if it just had a raincoat.

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  10. I enjoyed the exploration of the skull and had to laugh at 'Like smuggling something unauthorised onto a space shuttle' Fantastic poem

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  11. What a wonderful remembering - personal and yet the bigger picture as well with the description of the painting - and thank you for your kind comment at mine - Jae

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    1. Ah well, it's no secret that I love and admire your poetry – and through that, you too.

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  12. A word and time carved into memory as if by elves. No better way than phantasmagorical to describe the art and personal moment, arriving together at a serendipitous place.

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    1. Thank you. Such a unique and extraordinary artist!

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  13. I appreciated this view of O' Keefe's work through your (and Andrew's) eyes. I find her art very mesmerizing and inspiring too.

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  14. Enjoyed this a lot!

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