Monday, August 22, 2011

for Sue McDougall

They are definitely
mountains. Torn edges
explain erosion, uplift,
crashing and banging
into the ones already
settled. Roughly mounted
and pale blood colour,
they invite fingering
yet linger untouchable
behind cold flat glass.

The artist was a collage.
Poetry, portraits, person -
you couldn't sit for her
without the verse of reason
turning your face to the brush.
Impasto? A hint. All
other depths described
as cold flat symmetry.
She has forgotten now
how she understood you.

1 comment:

  1. Hi Jennie, this is really good. It has such depth, I can picture someone looking through the window at a distant mountain range, just brilliant!