Bad Art
(penned to NaPoWriMo’s prompt Day 8 -
write a Ekphrastic poem using link to Museum of Bad Art)
no need to travel to the Museum of Bad Art
i have created my own!
just step out to the patio and view hangings
on the side of my home.
it’s a mere collection not a gallery
showing to questionable applause
six originals available for viewing
in house artist proud because….
each painting reveals a memory
each painting represents trust
step by step following the teacher
while sipping dipping the brush
“no, not in the wine,” we laugh
and smile our way to create
the masterpiece of the moment
sipping dipping and learning
to appreciate….
the better art of Monet and Van Gogh
the hours true art requires
my masterpiece is definitely bad art
but only took two hours.
(the one top right was done
a night out with Daughter Maureen)
years ago was our first attempt
to drink paint and follow along
the bonding far surpasses
the reality of artwork done wrong.
with Louise the bumblebee I created
hers was proportionately done right
reminds me of a best friendship
Louise has passed into the “night.”
more memories from artwork
i cannot conjure up
have not done it for awhile
but you can be assured
there’ll be a space to hang my bad art
if given another chance
to create the very best memories
with just one glance.
