Abstract Art
A painting on display at a local museum in the English town of *** sparks musings about love and life.
The painting holds my gaze,
its
brazen brightness frankly out of place
among the rows of ammonites,
the
stern array of local Roman finds
and
a late mayor’s treasured display case
of
curious Lepidoptera
“Donated
to the Town Hall by his Loving Heirs”.
I
move back a step or two,
the
better to take in
the
giant canvas,
a
feast of radiant and resplendent white.
At
its heart,
splashes
of warm red burst through,
like
tongues of fire at dawn
or
ripe autumn pomegranates
or
like the hour in which
unbidden,
blazing, unannounced
you
stormed into my life,
charging
it with passions new
and
wreaking blissful havoc on
my
neatly ordered days.
An
elderly attendant breaks the spell –
“Strange, I must say, but dazzling”,
he solemnly declares.
How
true, my friend, how true...
I
nod and mumble to myself,
thinking
all awhile
of
Love’s mysterious ways
and
you.
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