This is the time of year when lists of favorites appear, so, in that spirit, we give you Janet's favorite painting and Cheryl's poem about it.
Along the corridors
the murmuring never stops.
Ginevra against the junipers,
her hair still alive.
Her sullen mouth is saying something
something I cannot hear.
I am cordoned off
by velvet ropes and centuries of loss,
while she, irises turned inward,
can no longer see
the damage that distance does.
(first published in Beltway Quarterly)