Still Life - Poem by Laurence Overmire
The masters all painted
Baskets of fruit
What is it about fruit
That demanded such passionate expression?
Was there a lucrative market of fruit lovers to exploit?
Fruit doesn't bake my cake if you know what I mean.
Naked babes in the grass
I can understand
But apples on a dish?
What is it they're trying to say?
Do they tempt us like Eve
'Buy the apple painting, Maude, big, delicious, juicy, red apples on a
porcelain white dish. Buy it, buy it, buy'
Whisper the artist's serpent strokes.
'Twas some deep psychological need
That compelled the depiction of
There they sit
In a bowl, or basket or dish.
The artist as pear.
A precious seed
(Previously published in Art Villa, Aug.1999)
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