Tonight at http://dversepoets.com/this-is-us/ Bjorn is hosting and has us looking at Expressionist art … which has been fun checking out. We’re to pick a painting, write a poem. Here it is
Somewhere a rope has snapped.
Control frays
then
breaks
down.
Inside
her screaming separates
from its moorings.
Rage of fear and pain
is not contained.
That propped up ego
is carved to stillness,
watches from behind.
The electric thrill.
She waits
for reaction
from those
who meet her inner being.
See her face, a fading sun
as it sets in final fury,
flaring up
in eyes
on lips.
See her tears fan out
across her chest
running for cover.
See her nature swamped
in its violence.
Undisguised.
No longer a walking lie.
‘Franzi with a carved chair’ by Ernst Kirchner