AUNTIE LUCE'S TALKING PAINTINGS Francie Latour Pictures by Ken Daley GROUNDWOOD BOOKS HOUSE OF ANANSI PRESS TORONTO BERKELEY
In my mother's bedroom behind the family and the jar that holds her wedding-day flowers a painting sits on a shelf pictures It’s a painting of me my eyes almost closed like I’m dreaming My braids hang like coal-colored ropes My face fills the frame so big and so close that if you look long enough it starts to look like a whole land brown hills melting into yellow valleys melting into red riverbeds and even the rivers silver light running smooth over the rocks
