Diana at the Salon

By Maria Terrone

Intricate equipment suspended 
from above descends
to warm her skull — not striking terror

like one of the machines
her doctors use, seeking answers.
She’s written herself a prescription

to visit weekly, soothed 
by a throne-like chair and ambient, 
bestial roar that pushes her 

through a dazzling tunnel,
by silver scissors raised
in the hands of the gentle god

by her side who murmurs
into her hair. Dark crescents
fall and swirl,  joining
 
constellations of red, silver & gold
moons that glow in the black sky
pulsing beneath her booted feet.
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About Maria Terrone

Maria Terrone is the author of the poetry collections Eye to Eye (Bordighera Press, 2014); A Secret Room in Fall (McGovern Prize, Ashland Poetry Press) and The Bodies We Were Loaned (The Word Works), as well as a chapbook American Gothic, Take 2 (Finishing Line Press). Her work, which has been published in French and Farsi and nominated four times for a Pushcart Prize, has appeared in magazines including Poetry, Ploughshares, Hudson Review, and Poetry International and in more than 20 anthologies.  She was one of 10 Queens-based authors commissioned by the Guggenheim Museum to write an essay for its performance project, “stillspotting  nyc.”

One Comment

  1. Fern Flamberg
    Posted March 2015 at 10:56 am | Permalink

    Hair! Hair!

    Another stunning example of Maria’s ability to capture setting, a moment, a routine activity and take it to a mythic place. Lovely language and gorgeous detail.

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