Little Hemispheres

Armed in vehicular madness she wears her gown
Enticing…her sculpted brow
Elegantly quiet, she speaks to me
I, the canvas call to her
My colors, my symmetries
weaving delicate interludes of her longevity
I feel her eyes upon me
awakening my movement
I weave a sense of poetry round her strength, her weakness
She hung me on the 3rd floor
away from the scamper and scandalous prowlers
Our eyes mates from time to time
Hers in delicate metaphors, mine in naked proclivities
She comes and cries before me
when the world feels like a hollowed shell
My depth, my honesty, my pain
I am her canvas, she my template
We mix beyond each mania, deriving salt from each tear
into perfect little raindrops, little hemispheres.


Jennifer Matthews’ poetry has been published in Nepal by Pen Himalaya and locally by the Wilderness Retreat Writers Organization, Midway Journal, The Somerville Times, Ibbetson Street Press and Boston Girl Guide. Jennifer was nominated for a poetry award by the Cambridge Arts Council for her book of Poetry Fairy Tales and Misdemeanors. Her songs have been released nationally and internationally and her photography has been used as covers for a number of Ibbetson Street Press poetry books and has been exhibited at The Middle East Restaurant, 1369 Coffeehouses, Sound Bites Restaurant in Somerville and McLean Hospital.