Body Building Grandfather and the Feminist Artist.

When Grandfather started bodybuilding,
a lot of people asked why.
“You never used to before,
so why now do you try?”

“I don’t try, I do. Although,
I see it seems weird to you
an old head on a fit body”
Regardless, Grandfather looked proud.

One day, a painter artist type feminist,
said, “I’d like to paint you, before you die.”
“You had better start straight away.”
The rippling pensioner replied.

“Okay.” And, she did pretty much.

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Metanoia Paranoia
You know those days when you feel hyper sensitive
and everything that goes consecutively wrong feels like a super negative
when your angel turns to say, having taken on the interrogative
“Believe me, no-one’s looking at you for any more seconds than their attention can handle; life is all just relative.”

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Sarah Slid Down in Her Seat . . .

when Allan slept Sarah observed
his arches so beautifully curved
if caught she might look somewhat absurd
no matter, ’cause she felt rather stirred

Allan abided by a routine
his feet received amazing hygiene
literally, all sparkling and clean
and powdered to encourage a sheen

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Shoot!

“you’ve got somethyng to seye? shoot!”
to arthur tolde guynevere.
“i have gotte the world on mute,
therfore youre soundscape ys cleare.”

“well,” arthur bygan, “it’s the whisperyng knights who shift,
sat unsettlyng around the round table –
that awkward over-sized weddyng gifte.”
“from my father!” guynevere loud voiced, yn this fable.

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Like Someone Coming Out of a Trance

Like someone coming out of a trance.
Tie-dye pattern, white, blue and lime green hat.
How I reached this seismic fashion statement,
Known only to Gods and Prophets.
Revelations they're not revealing.

Noticed on the street.
Pedestrians make way, doors held open, traffic stops.
Café coffee refills, merely for a presence.
'Live' advertising,
Eye-candy snagging passing trade. 

Little actual conversation so far, suspect due to shock.
Mouths agape, inside empty car showroom caverns.
Begging paws shaken, offered by upright sitting dogs.
All this life I have felt desired,
But now, I feel valued.
©Brinkinfield 2020 All Rights Reserved
Part of the Ekphrasis Project (poem inspired by a picture)