Georgette the Bon Bon Girl
Gazella
brought in new paintings of her dog Smitty
who we
all had fallen in love with
for
his charm was poured upon the canvas
flowers
in full blossom in a field of green
Suzanne
brought in sparkling bird works
fine
and elegant, elevated from her cartoon dears
painted
in her children’s books
Harvey
had a comic sense
his
strokes bright and firm, a laughing
somber
satiric
punch at the world dancing around
When
in the door came grand Georgette
a
flower-painter of grand pretense
her
hair a blond bouquet
red rouge cheeks & bright kissing lips
her
bouncing breasts in polka dotted top
her
ruffled dress a frilly pop of pink
a tutu
of fun draped long chubby legs
a look
of horror upon her face
she
knew she could not compete
hands
aloft she squealed and cried
ripped
her works off the walls
hung
by tape and tacks
some came off in half and shreds
by a
maddened baby doll
I tried to halt her hands
sedate
her raging fit
love
jumped out for this grown child
could
not abide her hurt . . . .
but
how, how oh how can i
embrace
her
heart and soul?
Reaching
out I came awake,
in my
dark but dawning room
moonlight
and rising sun
the
window waking too
I
could tell her no more
a childhood
dream of unknown source
of
matters long ago, held in a tissue box of life
a
crying passion born in human hope
paternal
love and mothers’ milk
my
family heart went out to her
for the
child that never dies
Dream
of 2/16/2022 © james m. frase-white
sketches & painting of Georgette in progress (finished 2/20/2022)
Wonderful, wonderful I love that girl.
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