Renoir
Crucified by arthritis
But still in love with young beauty
Sun light reflected off skin
Pale as African ivory
Dazzling blue eyes
Opened wide to new life
Adolescents bathing
Larking in spring water
Auburn hair flying
Clothing scattered to the Mistral
And affirming his existence
The crippled man forcing
A luxury of pigments
Into the neutral canvas
The terrifying blankness
The negativity of Hades
His fingers curled up tight
As if nailed onto a cross
His pain beyond all help
But the sun still on his face
Dazzled eyes bright with laughter
The fierce light not yet dying
Trevor John Karsavin Potter
April 26th. - 27th. 2015.
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