Poems and prose written between March 20th, 2009-2010 |
Object of the artist's affection I bear your bruises: plum and yellow, thick black welts. Wrenched from an upright easel, placed horizontal on a shelf. Banged from wall to wall. My scrapes of skin, my mended tears hanged, made public. Oh, the oohs and aahs the patrons utter attracted to Abstraction #4 they do not share with me. Instead, they grimace at the plaque below my numb misshapen form: Distraction #3. They never ask my proper name; it's Ricky. © 2009 Kåre Enga [166.7] 2009-03-25 Note: thinking of my ekphrastic art class, in this case the artist who assaults the canvas like a gang-banger. Originally the last line was Chloe, changed it to Howie, but I wanted something more ambiguous. Leslie seemed too "adult". Micky will do until I find something better. I bear your bruises: plum and yellow, thick black welts. Wrenched from an upright easel, placed horizontal on a shelf. Banged from wall to wall. My scrapes of skin, my mended tears hanged, made public. The oohs and aahs the patrons utter attracted to Abstraction #4 they do not share with me. They frown at the plaque below my numb misshapen form: Distraction #3. They never ask my proper name; it's Chloe. |