Olga Confronts Modernism
       

"As for me, I have no fear of art," Picasso said.

But how was it when she first saw The Bathers
the concave yellow of his lover's hair

how every oval offered a vagina, every
cabana the Minotaur's lair?

Near salt water, the sun
spread its red scarf

on a giantess and her sisters, thighs
massive as pylons of a wharf

and from a mirror of many colors
a girl with a belly of moon gazed at a man.

You can paint with whatever you want—
hooks and nails. The hearts of women.

Tweet

Copyright © 2019 Carmen Germain All rights reserved
from The Old Refusals
MoonPath Press
Reprinted by Verse Daily® with permission