Wasp Totem 1989
An antique night stand
supports a square of
heavy glass
an artist's palette
smeared with oils and
dripping linseed
a hundred brushes in
jam and coffee jars
bristles to the
ceiling.
The canvas sags on its
heavy pine stretcher,
the weight of paint
exceeding tolerance.
It may need
restretching when it's dry.
The brush held loosely,
upright,
the tip of the thumb on
the ferrule
one-inch ox hair
stained Prussian blue
from the bed
of this laboured work.
A smear of Titanium
white
to highlight the hollow
of a Payne's Grey eye
socket,
while Alizarin feathers
allude to the violence
perpetrated on old bone
while an iridescent eye
stares out
pinning the viewer
as an etymological
specimen.
Outside the multi-paned
windows
night falls in
stop-motion.
City lights flash on
the flyover
a thousand people
rushing home to their families,
The reek of the chippy
on Piper's Row
and the cloud of stale
curry
an artist on Lea Road.
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