Reclining Woman With Green Stockings by Egon Schiele
The drawing was
relentless, abandon
reaching for extinction.
We could not use
the room for guests.
You, rampant, me,
controlled, the expectations
of that picture hanged us,
no bustiers, or silken shimmies
in that room. Later,
you hung it where
you went to live.
I saw it
when I ghosted in,
to lift the mattress
edge and steal the
Polaroids you took.
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Image: WikiArt
I like this a lot!
Thank you, really appreciate the feedback.
Wonderful poem 🙂
Thank you very much.
Schiele is one of my favourite artists. You’ve done this piece justice.
Thank you, appreciated. And his work is amazing, I agree.
there is so much in the few words, splendid creation of a whole arc of a relationship, opposites, captured yet then stolen
Thank you, love the characterization of it as an arc. Accurate. Very much appreciate your feedback.