Wedding Portrait
Medford, Wisconsin 1908
Blade-straight & finely tailored
in the forward mahogany chair,
Peter confronts the dispassionate lens.
Half-shadowed, Jennie won't meet
the camera's eye in the vague
lace-curtained light. Her pompadour
is clenched like her hand on the table
between them, a porcelain figurine
pursued, peers behind, graceful
even as the fragile horse rears
and strains as if to climb Jennie's bent knee
beneath her black dress, its excess—
bows and pleats, mutton sleeves,
a high-necked, ruffled cicatrix.
Blade-straight & finely tailored
in the forward mahogany chair,
Peter confronts the dispassionate lens.
Half-shadowed, Jennie won't meet
the camera's eye in the vague
lace-curtained light. Her pompadour
is clenched like her hand on the table
between them, a porcelain figurine
pursued, peers behind, graceful
even as the fragile horse rears
and strains as if to climb Jennie's bent knee
beneath her black dress, its excess—
bows and pleats, mutton sleeves,
a high-necked, ruffled cicatrix.