To French cast Frederic Berjot.
You made iconic art statues, venerable.
You had no idea what was impossible.
Your Iris bust's cast centrum inherit
Within the void that is my spirit.
Only raw art may cure soul abyss,
I adored each shattered artifice.
Shape may your lust conjure,
holy ecstasy is codified by a codger
Written: May 05, 2022
A Brian Strand Premiere Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
https://www.saatchiart.com/art/Sculpture-Iris/652278/1789565/view
https://fredericberjot.com/2016/10/20/body-casting-sculptures/
Categories:
brutalist, analogy, appreciation, art,
Form: Clerihew
Love hearts and scabby knees.
Dead flies and stinging bees.
Dirty nails and sweaty lips.
Fishnets with ragged slips.
Eyeholes in a hessian sack.
Pimples on a tattooed back.
Toys that she just can’t unpack.
Helen.
Secret Helen.
Lies from a mother’s heart.
Secrets that fell apart.
Beauty too divine to see.
As purple as a Judas Tree.
Singing from her cradle jail.
A baby crying weak and frail.
Giggle, breathe, inhale, exhale.
Helen
Splintered Helen.
An infantile brutalist.
A wide-awake somnambulist.
Mamma’s bile and Daddy’s fist.
A kiss, a slap a broken wrist.
She hides within a dark recess.
She dances with her own distress.
A monster wearing fancy dress.
Helen
Sacred Helen.
Fantasies of guilt and sin.
Concealed beneath a slab of skin.
Loathe the self and stunt the flesh.
Her impotence and spite enmesh.
To love the girl, she veils the face.
To save the world from its disgrace.
Before she leaves without a trace.
Helen
Shiny Helen.
Categories:
brutalist, abuse, character, hurt, identity,
Form: Rhyme
bloods curdle into sour pastes,
touches reek of bitter tastes,
an unethical monster,
a lustful devil,
an insult to society.
a burning heart and soul laced,
two lips and her happiness blazed,
but what about her?
she who walks home to hell,
a torn body without any gauge.
the risk of love and lost morality,
dreams of drowned reality,
she who slits her wrists,
she who kills her lust,
she who stabs the beast and yet returns.
a tigress undercover now revealed,
the brutalist under her soft frame, unveiled,
confined in her lonely cage,
the nefarious angel-devil,
now forlorn, now forever gone.
Categories:
brutalist, anger, angst, anxiety, bereavement,
Form: Free verse