The Painting
Bloop!
Black paint splotched against the canvas:
Thick glistening globs
Stuck on red welter.
Blip!
White goo spat from the flung brush.
“Cows?
he offered,
“In autumn?'
Cynthia Buell Thomas
(couldn't resist it)
Go pull the other one - I'll never believe there wasn't some other inspiration...
Gracious, it was so just for fun. it. I visited a Modern Art show years ago, and struggled to appreciate some of the pieces exhibited. I wrote this poem days later. I 'lifted' the phrase 'irrational subjective style' right out of an art textbook ... it was so fancy sounding, and basically, so useless. After a good laugh, I did follow its premise, sort of.
Michael's recent 'Art' post reminded me I had the poem somewhere.
Walk across a cow field in Autumn and you` ll find plenty of dung so Im told Cynthia..... you just have to be careful not to step in it!
Cate xx
Whats going on here Cynthia?
Win
Oh you are naughty - but I like you...
steve mellor
Tue 29th Sep 2009 17:22
Very colourful, you little tinker.
Steve M.
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Cynthia Buell Thomas
Wed 30th Sep 2009 17:01
What mean you, fair maid?