This is the first poem in Mr & Mrs Andrews Reframed:
Picture this
Mrs Andrews peers out of the portrait,
unclenches her knees. Look out there,
she says, trees, sheep, in fields so like our
conjoined properties yet –
oddly otherwise.
She breathes on the glass, steps through.
On the outside, she says, I may choose to wear
breeches instead of an Alice-blue gown.
Mr Andrews grunts.
In your dreams.