A poem by Breda Wall Ryan

  Hope is the Deadliest Sin Captured in profile, the bird-woman’s one startled avian eye glares at the painter of masks who contorts her, feathers her throat, bulges her crop. Sated with grapes, she is caught in the act of plucking a plum from the folds of her shot-silk lap, head tilted back for a bird’s eye view of his brush as it paints her … Continue reading A poem by Breda Wall Ryan