Donkeyskin
Beneath the donkeyskin I lived
Embraced by arched ribs of ivory
Father clamored over the dead skin, but could not
Find me curled in the belly
Later, I stitched the skin to my sides
And fled into the night, the cutting edge of
Hooves striking the granite stones
Shedding stars to light my way.
- Midori Snyder
from her poem Donkeyskin
Oil paint on canvas paper, 16 x 20