It is one of a number of poems that would not have been written if I had seen the image as it actually was. I wrote a number of poems on the subject of the felos in Galician carnaval (published in a chap-book, Felos aínda serra, by Amastra-N-Gallar, 2004; see link in side panel); I saw the images in black and white; had I seen the many photographs which were in colour I would not have been able to write them.
They Gave Me A Chair.
They gave me a chair
so I could sit beside the grave,
like a woman painted in
after the funeral crowds had gathered.
And I, his lover, was looking down
as though this earth was some sort of heaven,
I'd prefer it south-facing
or he could do with a bit more space
or some other such nonsense.
Then alone again, I found,
fixed above all my memories,
the picture of a coffin
on the floor of an empty room
as seen from above.