Poem Starting with a Line from Norman Dubie

The lights of the galaxies are strung out over a dipper of gin

certainly the start of a poem Joan Miró can sink his teeth in

cause you know Miró says poetry, painting are

much the same, two peas in a pod

painting rising from brushstrokes the way a poem rises from words

meaning comes on a later train


so maybe Miró saw stars in the dark dome of heaven

itsy-bitsy pinpricks disclosing God's nightdress

clean, white linen

wedding gown lace

an unblemished lamb

much like the dress I slept in a long time ago

before I liked the taste of gin


maybe that's what Miró was

thinking when he painted

Constellation: Awakening in the Early Morning

a naked woman on the left

with arms and womb opened wide to

embrace the world

she looks hung-over

as does the man with hooked nose

hanging under crescent moon

stars, plane, a bird or two

thick red cock with two red balls

all hang suspended in disbelief and

constellation consternation


there must have been a

feast of lovemaking last night

before dawn slipped under the locked door

Miró says poetry and painting are

done the same way you make love

an exchange of blood

a total embrace

without caution

without thougt of protecting yourself


so maybe the woman on the left

lost her invitation to the raucous affair or

maybe she wasn't invited at all and

maybe that accounts for the

look of surprise on her face


I know that look

I wore it once myself a long time ago

before I learned to love the taste of gin




ReadWritePoem Prompt: Day 13

In his poems, Norman Dubie tells stories, sets scenes and paints landscape, sometimes lush and sometimes wretched. His writing is sure and vivid, and his language is beautiful. As you’ll see below, his similes are incomparable. If forced to compare him with anyone, I’d be more likely to pick a painter than another writer.

For this prompt, take a Dubie line to jumpstart a poem of your own. Your poem should be titled “Poem Starting with a Line from Norman Dubie.”

I chose "The lights of the galaxies are strung out over a dipper of gin." In Barcelona last December, I spent and afternoon in the Miró museum there, and was taken by his connection to painting and poetry.

This is also a love poem and, at the same time, and anti-love poem, so it works for the Poetic Asides prompt, too.