meeting van gogh...sonnet

Meeting Van Gogh…sonnet

the wheat-field, blond as a Volga German milk maid, heat

intense and in the shade of a demanding olive tree I saw

 grumpy Van Gogh, glaring at me intruding on his painting.

“Sorry for the scooter it is electric blue and doesn’t fit in,

pretend it is a donkey free of its leather harness.”

The vines, deep green leaves and fertile soil, soon there

would be grapes, mostly dark cerulean, an army of wine

to come tempting souls into surrender… liquid pleasures;

 and the narrow road snakes amongst fields like a black

mamba hunting grey rabbits in the meadow.

I have the afternoon sun in my eyes, a cooling breeze

on my back; and then I drive off the road fall amongst

thistle and thorns and the spell is broken, look around

but only Van Gogh witnessed my disgrace.

◄ meeting Van gogh... a sonnet

evening in paradise ►


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