Impressions on canvas

Mundane mundane
Roses fall.
Its frangipani autumn
And the sun blinks.
Lemon drops
Are fresh this morning
And there are sarcophagi.

A painting
Of a summer day-
Young girl with locks untied
Caught your fancy.
Fancy passes and dying laughter-
Pauses, breaks.

The mask leers,
Seven moons are gone.
Remembrance and Prussian blue
Resurrect spirits and
3 a.m. mornings.

The whirl of the camera
And the photograph is out.
Self-portrait is a kingdom,
Hydel and pink.

Peace of mind
Was a face in the bin.

A Boomerang hurled
Sailing back- brown and exact.
A Science lesson
To be unlearned
On canvas.

Schizophrenia

I saw the glass rise. A scene you rewind,
Pause.
A moment stretched itself to a light year.

Hanging in space, It was stubborn.
Try as I might
I didn’t see it fall, to pieces.

A hymen once broken could never hold.
Water- wouldn’t pass on,
Blood - a life’s worth of dignity….

A chalice holds,
But this was empty.
45 degrees, transparent.

Stem?

Long lily stalk.

They told me things do not hang in mid-air
Gravity pulls life towards its womb,
And a full moon
Snatches waves into its arms.

They said they could cure me.

But I think
It is frozen.

Mannequin

Last night
I lost so much blood
That I turned white
Like a mannequin in a shop window.

The assistant came
And took off my clothes.
He put a skirt on
And a tight-fitted vest.

Now my limbs stare
Through glass
And they are white and cold.

My face is bare,
And bereft of make-up
I look like death.

This is fashion.