Monday, July 1, 2019

IULIA GHERGHEI



IULIA GHERGHEI

THE HIDDEN STORY OF A BAD TOOTH

Soon, much too soon
The nude from the painting
Have withered her shapes
The green sofa got smeared entirely
The flowers from the vase tamed their perfume in sign of respect

The stripes on the wall lost their sense
A type of despair was chewing the carpet
The witch from the next room
You know, the one with the sensible tooth
The tooth that containes all the storms and spiraled winds, the witch, I say
Was grinning satisfied
Her curses, wet and sharp, had reached their aim
The nude had the maskara spread all over the canvas
Her breasts were feeding  the painter's slippers now
But, even so, after awhile, the nude woke up
And slapped the ugly creature







SUMMER IN MATISSE'S ROOM

The nudes from the canvases on the wall had turned back their faces
The nude on the green sofa is lavishingly showing all her squares to the neighbours Blasting in shame all the other round figures on the walls

The cubes reddened their ponty tops
The fruits lost their brightness
The dog barked to the moon
The envy had staled the air

Only the neighbour
shy in his loneliness
Dressed his windows with the carpets
To save the moon from such horror







TO MATISSE, WITH ENVY...

your nude body on the sofa
makes the walls grow stripes
green is my feeling
like your scarf on your lascivious hips
free are your breasts
spreading maternal instincts to the sheets
my envy covers all your nudes, Matisse

IULIA GHERGHEI

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