APRIL-14
The King of Cats, 1935, Balthus(self-portrait)
The brush was his vehicle
To take him
To the mysterious world
Of Color and canvas
And place him there
Forever
He hadn’t forgotten
To take with him
That voyeur feline
They will stare
For centuries
And enjoy visits
To them
Be aware
gracias
ReplyDeletegood one!!!:)
ReplyDeleteoooo! Bravo! A creepy poem of supernatural visitations that doesn't have me running for cover! I will look at portraits of people and their familiars differently from now on.
ReplyDeleteThe artist with his wares will leave his masterpiece for a long time to come. Wonderfully said Sumana!
ReplyDeleteHank
Hauntingly good to think how one can live through times in a craft well mastered. Smiles.
ReplyDeleteHow fun to read a poem about a painting about a man about a cat.
ReplyDeleteOh, to get lost in our art and have good company as well!
ReplyDeleteThese eyes stare always, see everything... ~ cool poem!
ReplyDeleteYou have given personality to that rather austere looking young man.
ReplyDeleteLove your interpretation...all of us are leaving brushstrokes...time will tell if the future will see anything of our painting.
ReplyDeletethat is one way to get immortality....put yourself in paint...and take along the things that are special to you....
ReplyDeleteThis is an interesting take on a painting. I especially enjoyed the perspective of acknowledging them enjoying visits for centuries. Very cool.
ReplyDeleteVoyeur feline. I really like that!
ReplyDeleteInteresting thoughts here!
ReplyDeleteAh cute. k.
ReplyDeletenot sure if I entirely trust cats :) ~
ReplyDeleteA neat little piece of ekphrasis that pins down the notion of the work of hours enduring forever.
ReplyDeleteA window of paint from where to look at the world forever... I Like!
ReplyDeleteMy Magpie Entry
I love the first six lines.
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