Another View Of Malevich Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

there on the white canvas there is a huge blizzard
this is a dream museum where you enter and cannot speak
of Art at all. you are in the prototypical, as in a temple
and caught in the blizzard too have lost your former language
now a tiny black square appears it shines through the blizzard
providing a respite where you like Alice
forever quizzical
you will ask like Alice with riddles turned inward
nothing works here the way it does on earth
how can the darkness shine
but the snow begins to let up in the paintings
the darkness is a doorway and beyond that
More Light.
a certain freedom rises
and half a tear and half a sigh
and then you say perhaps to Malevich
to the ceiling that is a skylight, opening-
Goodbye.

mary angela douglas 22 april 2023