escaping with cezanne


For me it was a time of grieving after the loss of my mother and there had been a lot of business and a lot of stress and I literally escaped from all that, to spend a few hours at the New South Wales Art Gallery and I had a second escape as the poem expresses.

escaping with cezanne

under his chestnut tree
bathers in naked strokes of light
i hear saplings crack in their play
and laughter as they lounge
in lusty rhythms of flesh
against blue
an illusion of reality

here free with the bathers
I am caught
in beauty
in their unfinished form
suspended from meaning

i am seduced
to linger
for the day
under his chestnut trees