Woman in a painting
When she left it was snowing
she left no snow print
years passed like a stacked wood
waiting for winter
at permanent art exhibition
in a painting by Paula Rego
she was bigger now than before
Etched in her face the abuse she
the abuse she had suffered
She had survived she left footprints
that told of the misery of men
but she wore no hatred in her heart
I could no longer reach her with
sweet whispers
I believed her when she said it is for
men, who abused to feel ashamed
she walked out of her painting
to a future bright
Categories:
rego, absence, abuse, addiction,
Form: Blank verse
The fire
He stood in the kitchen, drinking a glass of water
looking out of the window, he saw across the fjord on the slopes
to the blue mountain the had snow on top, a farm house burning
bright in the long spring afternoon.
Putting his glass down and when looking again the fire had stopped
by itself, instead a milk-maid came out of the barn, carrying
a stainless bucket in her strong hand and he thought of Paula Rego
the great Portuguese artist, her women were strongly built, had
strong arms with lust in faces, not so much beauty but very human
His favorite painting is of a daughter polishing her father's boots
the love in her face shines through glossy as the boots.
Mind, the art center has a cafe and sells exceedingly good cakes.
Categories:
rego, absence, africa, allusion, anger,
Form: Bio
Artist Paula Rego
possibly not someone you know
She favoured pastels over oil
& feminism was another foil
Categories:
rego, art, people,
Form: Clerihew
Portuguese-born Paula Rego
feminist issues her artistic lingo
In a suite of pastel etching
her spotlight did bring
Categories:
rego, art, people,
Form: Clerihew
Painter Paula Rego
was Portugese,as you may know
Pastels her particular thing
artist Victor Willing her a wedding ring
Categories:
rego, art, people,
Form: Clerihew
Lost with our own remarks
How to rego how to restart
And we turn at every corner
Looking for the familiar
But we cut the chord
Nothing to bring us back
To life from heart attack
Categories:
rego, 9th grade, absence, america,
Form: Free verse
Everything, all of it, it’s all just too much,
The jobs and tasks on the list,
It’s all become such a burden to carry,
It’s a burden for me to exist,
From day to day, the things to be done,
They push me up to the wall,
And it doesn’t matter the size of the job,
Whether it’s big or it’s small,
From filling in holes, to filling a bag,
To filling the cupboards with food,
To filling out forms for my motor vehicle,
When I’m getting my rego renewed.
It’s all just too much for my little mind,
My mind now needs to be nursed,
My mind’s now full of angst, doubt and dread,
I fear it’s going to burst.
Categories:
rego, angst, anxiety, health, people,
Form: Quatrain
The painting
When she left it had been snowing but she
Left no footprints, that is many footprints but not one
I could recognise as belonging to hers.
Years passed like a stable of wood waiting for winter
And I finally saw her in a painting by Paula Rego
So many suffering women abused by men over time
They had survived while I sat in the bosom of a strong
Woman suckling her breasts like a little pig
And in her eyes, I could read her deep sadness and hands red by
Endless cleaning floors and serving men when young.
She cared not for a son he would have abused her too
Yes, it was her she had left no footprint in the snow
She had painted the misery of men her hatred of humanity
She had reduced me to a little man in fear of ghosts
And I could no longer reach her with sweet words or tempt
With my moments of lust.
Categories:
rego, absence, age, analogy, anniversary,
Form: Blank verse