Engraved On the Heart
Steely needles stab and scratch at solid rock
Over and again – etching there her lines and curves.
Painting his love and despair onto the cold unfeeling stones,
Hoping for release – finding little; for peace – finding none.
In six-fold color, he recreates in profile her wan visage:
Ever poised on the precipice, the sick child awaiting death.
Poem based on Edvard Munch’s The Sick Child I (Lithograph, 1896)
Copyright © Daniel Beus | Year Posted 2023
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