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Without Permission
Yes, he was indeed an artist.
So, it was inevitable he’d laugh.
Her half-unravelled handwriting,
it scrawled away from her
ink-blotched fingers, wonky
and lopsided. Her love letters,
as illegible as doctors’ notes.
She was rubbish with make-up.
Mirror-painted pretty smeared
to distortion in fifteen minutes.
Her impermanent game-face.
Couldn’t colour inside the lines.
Stains would bleed and bruise.
She seldom drew his eye.
She’d never be a painter.
Never be his muse of choice.
Another perched that pedestal.
Now she knew for certain,
she’d rather stand.
Squeezy tomato sauce bottle,
back the kitchen cupboard.
He’d stayed out all night again,
daubing all over town. Lewd
images, lurid and skewed.
She squirted fast: decisive
blasts to his white studio walls.
Red and messy. Unrepentant.
First independent composition.
Exhibited without permission.
“GOODBYE. I’VE GONE.”
Written for Anna’s “Graffiti” prompt at dVerse. I’ve taken the idea of creating an image “without permission”… You can read the prompt and others’ take on it here….
http://dversepoets.com/2013/02/21/meeting-the-bar-graffiti-poetry/
Holly, you’ve captured something live here, like only street art can.
I always seem to go back to writing about disfunctional relationships! lol
HOORAY!!
… for tomato sauce!
yes !!
ooo grat last message by her…there comes a time when you have to realize…and then perhaps wonder why you are there…when they dont come home and you are no longer the muse…love how you described ber as well…and her illegible love notes…nice story telling…
Thanks Brian – I have a feeling I’m going to veer off into prose at some future point as I’ve gone all of a bit narrative lately!
You go girl! Show that arrogant fecker who’s boss!
Lock up your sauces, pretentious, sleazy art-boys!
(I’ve never dated an artist – I’m sure they’re not all like this one though..)
Holly – love the way you begin with her handwriting then we discover her then cheer the final line. wonderful – K
Thanks Kathleen.
Aw … who needs permission? heh-heh
Not this lady it would seem! Yay!
This made me laugh. I can see her smearing her make-up with tow left hands. And the ketchup was a masterstroke.
that should be ‘two’
Sorry, it’s late over here.
I knew what you meant Aprille!
Was trying to think what she could use on the walls instead of paint… and then thought ketchup!
Love that last stanza….Yeah ~
Thanks Grace!
Well done! Very cool ending.
Thank you very much!
Really nice. “GOODBYE. I’VE GONE.” What a scene that must be.
Quite a messy one I guess…
Thank you.
Haha, you always tell compelling stories. Love the empowerment!
Thanks Anna – I like my graffiti with a message I think…
perhaps there is somewhere she belongs writing love letters, someone’s muse. goodbye is a beginning.
I like that – “goodbye is a beginning”. Thanks Lucy.
The loveletters like doctors’ notes: ha, pure brilliance!
Thanks Kathy.
Took me a while to ketchup with your blog, glad I did!
Hey Seb – missed ya! And your bad jokes!
Excellent story and hooray for Ketchup!
Anna
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Oh yes, hooray for that! Thank you!
Id love to do that!!
Another gem Holly! X
Me too!
That must have been a very satisfying splattering
Another gem Holly
Can’t help thinking of horror movies…
Yikes – great story – told very skillfully. k.
Thanks Karin.
Oooh… I don’t like him at all! You convinced me of that. Good write!
http://www.kimnelsonwrites.com/2013/02/22/it-is-written-vehicles-of-the-word/
Thanks Kim. No, not a nice man at all…
Good writing – although if it were me, I’d have painted his precious canvases
You could well have a point there Tony!
“Her impermanent game-face, Couldn’t colour inside the lines.” Brilliant!
Thanks Lea.