We Split The Dalis

Cherry

By bosch

Wed, 07 Mar 2018
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6 comments
 

She got Chagall's Cirque Soleil.

I got the four Friedlaenders.

We split the Dalis', Helen of Troy

And Kissing Grapes, with its glittered

Angel, bough of purple skulls.

So, we moved, bedroom

To bedroom, dining to living room,

Pulling art off walls.  But not until

The den, when I reached to lift

Alvar's Espacio Rojo--our first auction--

Did she break down, face

In hands, sink to the blue couch.

I closed my eyes.  Returned,

Backtracking, each piece to its home.

All the days, the nights, room

After room of memories on fire. 

Certificate PG
Poem

Comments

Submitted by celticman on

poetry and art, then you hit the wall. 

 

Submitted by bosch on

celticman you may be my only repeat reader on abc. 

this is a poem that was mag, and anthology, and book published, and i thought forever done until i re-read it the other night and made some tense changes. 

so, thanks for reading and i'll look for your pieces.

Submitted by celticman on

memories on fire, indeed. 

 

Submitted by bosch on

Celticman, thanks

Submitted by Insertponceyfre... on

I missed this one! Glad I read it in the end. I like the mental image it conjures up - all the to-ing and fro-ing with things. 

That rogue apostrophe in the title needs to go though

 

Submitted by bosch on

apostrophe removed thanks, and thanks for reading.