Yesterday was one of those, you know, I’m-glad-I-spent-it-with-you perfect days. First the poem, then the proofs.
Spices for the perfect day
An air-conned road trip
at 42 degrees C
while at home klima is out of service.
left home to dogsit.
Maremma, basking, burning slightly,
sienna-coloured earth of the vineyards.
Free parking waiting.
Doors, windows, stonework, cat in a door.
Exhibition of a friend,
online rolling into real,
She had painted me
without prior notice.
My portrait is called
that’s how much I was at the time.
I see it and choke.
It’s surrounded by portraits of women
full of things unsaid
and a toad
and a hare
The light in the paintings
equals the light within.
Looking at dogs in the supermarket
(shopping with owners, not being shopped).
Fooling around in the car.
When we return,
Pizza and beer with uncle.
Today, my friend writes:
“Next time it will be me coming to your exhibition,”
And I choke again.
We will return to this day on a Thursday for doors and on a regular day for more photos from the exhibition, today just all the necessary spices to serve this special dish while it’s hot.
If you are near, the gallery is called Portale delle Arti and is situated under the library in Massa Marittima. The exhibition entitled Lo sguardo (The Look) is open until next Saturday from 4 to 7 pm.
A previous post with the original photo and more info on the portrait (and another poem for Pic and a Word Challenge) can be found here. Thank you so much, Donna!
In response to Patrick Jennings’ Pic and a Word Challenge #193: Spicy