this voice of the river
pressed wavelets to the hull,
kisses gentle
as the heat of day waned,
there is an island
he took himself to
and revealed not to many,
his sister stretched her hand
to the surface,
his obsession that yellow obsession
of scrawled canvas
becoming painfully light
each coming and passing day,
his work confessional
to a degree that
his lips where bitten into scabs
and fingernails worn,
absinthe stained his teeth
and confounded the workings
of an already fractured mind,
he wanted to show
one person the accommodation
crooked walls hung with works
salons would faint at,
not his usual pastorals and portraits,
this was a diminished reality
with a lot of truth
his sarcasm would not yield
afraid of her reaction
progressed slowly
yesterday still had a grip,
he could not release
approaching jetty
tremors worked in his arms,
breathing quickened,
when the moon set
he would be revealed
and her pain would be no loss,
when the rains came
he would return alone
clouds would cover the moon
and deny reflection and illumination
there was a lot more to be done

poetry, art, media

John Singer Sargent – Autumn on The River 1889

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Comments
  1. Karen S. says:

    Wow, you have brought out a near perfect picture, of what my heart and soul believes was John Singer Sargent. Brilliant visions in every line, expresses any good artist to a T!

  2. Kutamun says:

    Hes working fast , racing against the clock , like Dracula and the sunset
    Cheers Chris

  3. Tess Kincaid says:

    Dark and delicious…nice one, Chris…

  4. Helen says:

    I enjoyed your emphasis on the siblings, how the story might unfold .. a powerful poem.

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