The Midas Touch
Today, he’d be, affectionately, Gus.
At fourteen, his talent was precocious
But his paintings of women caused a fuss.
To this, his reaction was ferocious
Ending in apoplectic rages plus
Tsunamis of swearwords quite atrocious.
A lot of Klimt’s patrons were mesmerized
But critics and public were scandalized.
His paintings, too erotic for that time,
Those works of wonder from his Golden Phase:
“Tragedy”, “Judith”, and “The Kiss” still chime
Striking instant chords with us as we gaze
At the work of an artist in his prime
With flowing lines and colors that amaze
As magical as ancient alchemy
Creating his own immortality.
Klimt’s conduct with women was outrageous.
Although it appears he never married
Females within his reach were courageous.
He wore no undies and those who tarried
Found this naked state disadvantageous
As many were bribed, cajoled, and harried
Such that he fathered fourteen kids, at least.
He must have been a really sexy beast.
But this aside, he had the Midas touch
That turned his paintings into solid gold
Literally and commercially - so much
He never worried about being sold.
Buyers came knocking at his door as such
Begging portraits. So, in the money rolled.
His art charmed both Fascists and civilians -
Gus’s paintings now cost many millions.
Copyright © Alexander Blackie | Year Posted 2017
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