Kit Kelen - #59 Miró -- possible ending

59

Miró

possible ending

it takes some looking into

really though the work says

'see what happened to me –

decide on your colours

now is the time

(but you can always choose again)'

there are days you imagine

the animal come for it

in cloaks of some fraternity

tracks across the canvas map

smock of the job

and very occasionally

the body as soul's labyrinth

though even that's a seascape

etch with pencil

cause paper's to dig

and a smile might float away

my head is a clock

how's yours?

have you noticed the way clouds'll get stuck?

lead pencil makes the best bet

seraphim, cherubim, dryads to edge

1936

mist comes in so many colours

rust

today it is a flag

on masonite

shake cactus hands

with breast-head

you're a member of the board now

'the lark's wing and the diamond meadow'

cross the border and you invoke

'red of swallows

and the iridescent pink'

(his words)

a scratch at a tail

a pigment drift

some marks could be punctuation

1949

Leunig-head

with beachball breath

of course these are all instructions

words seeking for pure form at last

and lost to the quest

to make the map an accident

that's to do some truth

to scrub your brush

until it's dry

and let the canvas have it

invent paintball

in the end it's the juggling

decades pass

and still nothing is dropped

lines go where they will

they are the mind of its own

pass through zones of darkness and colour

darkness and colour and light

and between

drip, spray

everything but scratch

attend to functions as bodily

and when you spend time with a hero

have heroic thoughts