Elaine Leigh's painting brought another painting to mind, and so this poem.
What The Artist Sees:
these trees like the ladies of Avignon,
shamelessly flaunting themselves,
streaming earth to heaven,
arms thrown upward, presenting so fiercely.
In their assemblage: formidable, fearsome,
the usual meaning is altered,
(a shared purpose outside today’s understanding),
their collective nakedness guarding some primeval dogma.
