Ekphrastic Feature – Jemma Leigh Roe

Leeward of Us

We can no longer trace
the glittering path of sirens
that lingered for us to follow,
now somewhere obscured

        in a grey skyline stretching arid and pale
        between us. All this life leading up to you
        had been a cacophony of sighs
        and a wordless orison, leaving

                a bare brightness with gold filigree
                on every border that separated
                your hands, your arms
                your mind, from mine.

                        But we built houses and pylons
                        that blocked out the light,
                        our reflection turning leprous
                        in mirrors. We took them down

                and wrapped them in newspaper,
                moving endlessly through states
                until the sunset leered at us,
                never wavering during that last summer

        that sent us blood-sucking mosquitoes.
        They waited treacherously on our walls
        barred by the yellow haze,
        and we mistook our reflections

for ourselves. If only
we could let the light spread over us
and see it through the gills and hollows,
the metal and coil.

Metal and Coil
Jemma Leigh Roe

For Keanu Reeves, Who Once Saved Me From Drowning

My heart is marmoreal
drowned into small ripples
disappearing
into stillness so low it scares me.

Riverine, you found me
narrow but deep enough for you
sunken in the sand.
You charted a course
looking for significance
along the curves of these shores
thinking you knew my every current.

But I am as rough as this cliff 
with spalled edges:
one misstep and you will fall
between never and always,
so close to the sun that glistened on your shoulders,
scathed into cinders by a white forest fire.

The waxwork melts
and naked, I am ashamed.

Beaten down by the heat,
I cannot hide the fragility of my contrivances.

Blue angel, I take to the air.

Your face appeared as moonlight
dancing on the wave that was to crash over me.
You rode on its back away from reality
as I frittered the hours trying to remember
what happened to someone else.

Riverine
Jemma Leigh Roe

Jemma Leigh Roe studied art at the Université Paris-Sorbonne and received a PhD in Romance Languages and Literatures from Princeton University. Her visual art and poetry are strongly influenced by a near-death experience she had when young.