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Writer and Artist
Jean McDonough is a writer and artist living in Woodstock, Illinois. She creates single-edition monoprints and also writes poetry. Currently she is working on a collection of creative nonfiction inspired by a trip to Spain and her lifelong love for Pablo Picasso's Guernica.
Love at the Border
Your hand on my arm
is a moon over a field
of wasted wheat:
I will rise from this death.
Ghost passing through walls
and wind through the year,
eye to eye you are mine,
a Pentecost blast.
Blood I am and cannot master,
office of skin and pity.
Without you I am
nothing but blood delta,
a manifest of holy
ghost and pine whisper.
Hold my vast ocean,
hand cupped to my ear.
There wave meets sand.
Day begins and ends.
I mark midnight mourning
you my lost love,
coast to country cost
this last day into deep
marine night, a turning tide
of birth and death.
Our moment becomes
the past.
Eye to eye we are one.
I war at our border.