Sunday, December 4, 2011

Repainting the Scream

How pretty fine it is to be born
under a blue sky. 
To watch garden roses unfolding 
their 'double delight'. The ones 
crimping out their pink skirts, 
giggling in the wind ─  
their cream undies showing. 
How terrible, then, an expression on a face, 
standing on a bridge, swirl of dark water beneath, 
a red sky full of pain. And so many 
steadfast hours going into the work 
of a silent, yet unsettling scream. 
Nothing about Edvard Munch’s scene 
will ever change. Yet, I want to repaint 
that unhappy face. Swirl his body around, 
zero in with just a tiddly-wink of smile. 
The bridge gone, water gone, blue sky 
now shouldering disheveled dobs of cloud. 
I want the man to see exquisite
lady beetles burrowing into double delights.  
I want his eyes looking out on this urban 
garden where rough beds thirst and the 
stocky butcherbird on the tippy
buoyancy of a branch, sings.



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