Through childish eyes come sirrus skies,
Mere projections which jeopardise,
To break the ties, anaesthetise,
The world from its beholder.
Where day and night capsize forever,
And looming shadows so endeavour,
To blot all pigment, pluck hue from feather,
Under the uniform gaslight haze.
And breaths collide beneath coarse fabric,
Caressing, guessing; motions tantric.
The need for flesh becoming frantic,
For love to be unmasked.
And in the footsteps of Socrates,
Forestall cave wall hypocrises,
Gaze upon these alpine mockeries,
The truth is on the canvas.
Through tempest glides the gentle dove,
As all who waver watch above,
Its azure plumage doused with love,
For a moment free again.
NB: each stanza is based on one of my favourite artworks by the Belgian Surrealist painter Rene Magritte. These are:
Stanza 1 = The false mirror (1928)
Stanza 2 = Empire of light (1950)
Stanza 3 = The lovers (1928)
Stanza 4 = The human condition (1935) (cave version)
Stanza 5 = The big family (1963)