PORTRAITS

 

 Who was the joker who painted that portrait of you?

Augustine/John?

One or the other, saints both, bless them!

Whoever, he got carried away,
Fell over his easel

Easily done I said
He did not smile.

Then he fed his colours,
Pinks exclusively,
Into your
Piggy image.

You to the life, Piggles,

Pink and pathetic,

Delicately blushing

But no-one would notice.

Suddenly -  ‘What was that falling?’

A shadow of Yaddo?

No, it was the sun.

It was the onset of the sunset.

Augustine/John smiled as

The pink light rubbed you out..

'If it’s there I paint it,

If it’s not I don’t.’

He said.

In the end

You were the pigling nobody needed to paint.

You were the ‘Pig at Sunset’s Onset.’

Subsumed by a pink window,

I was disappointed.

I really wanted that painting.

You, however, were short on opinion.

You did not comment

Which was expected.