Our Lady of Sorrows

Untitled, from the Silueta series, 1980, by Ana Mendieta

has appeared to the mountain
dwellers, her grief  engraved

where stone softens to clay. Keep
your eyes sharp for a dagger.

In its hilt, you’ll find her face
pressed to the earth’s cheek. Kiss

this sacred spot before the rains
wash it away like her orphaned

feet. Notched heart cradles
a planet heavy with night-

mares flying into empty mouths.
Listen for their thirsty murmurs.

She’ll push her ponderous child
into the dew of  a San Felipe dawn,

name him Salvador. They’ll rest
beneath a web spun umbilical,

eclipsed from our human eyes.


Our Lady

stone             clay


You can read the rest of the PINTURA : PALABRA portfolio in the March 2016 issue of Poetry. All images in this portfolio are courtesy of and with permission from the Smithsonian American Art Museum. Untitled, from the Silueta series by Ana Mendieta, museum purchase through the Smithsonian Latino Initiatives Pool and the Smithsonian Institution Collections Acquisition Program © 1980, Estate of Ana Mendieta.
Source: Poetry (March 2016)
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