The Visit
The Visit
© 2008 Mark Pearce
November 29, 2001.
I remember that night.
It was my fifteenth wedding anniversary.
He sat there, in the hall,
in a simple plastic chair.
Another man – who looked a lot like
Eric Clapton – sat beside him.
Both were dressed in green, surgical scrubs.
The two were engaged in pleasant conversation
admiring a painting at the end of the hall.
It was a work that I had painted, and lost,
many years prior.
Lost to me, but I saw it again that night –
On a gradient field of yellow and orange
an aquamarine, Rorschach-like blot
suggestive of a horse – its four legs tapering
into foreshortened nothingness.
The two men liked the painting.
Aggressively liked it.
Congratulated me on it, in fact,
giving me a new enthusiasm for my art.
That night I felt very pleased
and proud.
I woke up to the news that
George Harrison had died
the previous evening.
It was so nice of him to have stopped by.
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Nice Write
I like this write mark, very much. The whole spiritual feel to it, and actually the sense that something's about to happen. I seem to feel that the surgeon's played a significant part in this, and prehaps the whole dream like state was taking place during a proceedure.
My only comment I would make is to maybe drop the line 'Lost to me.....'
I feel that the reader already knows the painting was lost, but understand this adds emphasis. Though I feel it's unnecessary in this context.
I love the last line of the piece, it complements the entire verse.
The Visit
Deborah --
Very good comment on the "Lost to me." It IS repetitive. I don't know what I'll do with it yet, but it will give me cause to review because unless the repetition is doing something for the work, it shouldn't be there.
Good comment.
No wonder you're a good poet.
Mark Pearce
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