FRIDA

Poem inspired by Frida Kahlo and my garden.

FRIDA

 

Shadows dance on rough stonework

Surreal sketches fill blank pages

Desert sun warms her soul

But inside a lion heart rages.

 

Baking in her cactile garden

Thoughts blow around in the breeze

Tangle in the wild rose bush

While admiring industrious bees.

 

Beauty can lie in perfection

In vibrant colours reflected

She sits in imperfect portraits

Her barren lands prospected.

 

Symbols of pain and disease

Braided between Life and Death

Revolutionary artwork remains

Woven in her final breath.

 

© D.Hinson

Reviews

[Elizabeth]

I really like these two lines:

She sits in imperfect portraits

Her barren lands prospected.


The first line of the poem is really great too. It's a strong image and made me want to read more.