A green fawn flees undaunted
by figs or orphan eyes,
hungry for a face fig-green,
stubble awed by angles and lines,
nostrils greedy for tears,
circling. Abiding desire to flee
absinthe, his face spikes blue,
steeple black against the dangling
retina of a moon. Greedy for steeples
and stars, rising in awed angles
and lines, a greedy orphan circles
the One.
Mary L. Westcott
This is an ekphrastic poem. I can't copy and paste the portrait...
Holiday Party
The chemistry of creativity in the flesh
1 comment:
It is a very good poem, but it is hard to understand until you see the painting. When you see the painting, it is an excellent poem. Then I read and read again to find the retinas and the steeples and the stubble, etc.
btw...I have some French Absinthe refined from the same place that Picasso likely got his. Perhaps I can bring some of the Green Fairy next meeting!
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