Sunday, 20 May 2012

The Circus With the Yellow Clown, 1967, Marc Chagall
The life of a circus clown... so happy, so gay.
How much better than this can it get, you say?
My lot in life is to entertain without fail.
Night after night... no repose, no curtail
Frock of frills in a carefree yellow hue
Hides my true colour inside which is blue.

posted for magpietales

Sunday, 13 May 2012

The Bounty

The Meal, 1891, by Paul Gauguin
Our stomachs pang for nutrition;
Our muscles, skin and bones, proper sustenance.

Our tongues want for the succulent flavours;
Our noses, the decadent aromas.

Our eyes search for the vibrant colours,
Our fingers, the variants of texture.

No matter how bountiful the harvest, however,
There is nothing more nourishing than the company
of beloved family and friends.