Me, Matisse and the Snail (IP)
By seashore
- 4155 reads
I am the red dancer,
twirling, swirling - my
jazz heart beating to the
smoky rhythms of Charlie
Parker, Miles Davis,
Louis Armstrong...
I am the blue nude, the
acrobat, the knife thrower -
the model who obeys her
master's commands.
I am the standing woman
with the broken waist,
creased with pain from
so many contortions.
I am changing shape;
does he notice the curve of
my back, the slowness of my
movements, the faded paint
trail that drags in my wake?
I am no more his lover, his
dancing girl; yet still he watches,
sensing it's time for one final
surge, as he calls for the
scissors, paper and paints.
I am ripped and torn, colour-
splashed, disfigured, random
shapes pasted onto canvas
and hung out to dry, so what
has he made of me now...
I am the Snail, the biggest and
brightest of all his cut-outs...
I am everything he wanted me
to be; thirty years on, I think
my work is done.
- Log in to post comments
Comments
You are writing again and on
- Log in to post comments
Coral, this is great. As fb
- Log in to post comments
Perfect poem coral, I think
- Log in to post comments
Wonderful! I really like
- Log in to post comments
My two favourite verses have
- Log in to post comments
Particularly like how the
- Log in to post comments
Absolutely love the first
- Log in to post comments
Seashore, this is superb,
- Log in to post comments