This is an experimental sculpture by Gary Rogers, the artist who painted the amazing portrait that became the cover of my recently published poetry collection, ‘Random’.
I have used it as a prompt for the following rant – which will eventually be fashioned into a poem. here is the first draft:-
Reap what is Sown
The truth about you,
your fine slim nose,
warm toffee eyes
fringed by soft black lashes
of impossible length,
winning smile,
persuasive, inclusive –
the truth about you is
a scream of anguish
from black-tunnelled depths.
Now I see, when I look at you,
when it can’t be avoided, now,
all I see is
Eye sockets, emptied,
blinded by arrogance;
curls of skin, hacked
loose by cuts of your lies;
razor lips drawn in
howls of jealousy;
Bone-deep holes burned
by paranoia; good
looks ruined by duplicity,
poverty of spirit.
You are uglier than terror,
brackish flesh flayed by
thoughtlessness,
faithlessness,
spite.
No
Dorian-esque
magic is strong enough
to hide the awfulness of you.