memoirs, art and fragments by Thomas Milner

Archive for April 10, 2012

White Petals

There was an old magnolia tree in the walled-corner

Of the garden overlooked by our school in Porto.

Every spring we marvelled at the white splendour of its flowering,

Its blushing blooms,

Its ethereal beauty.

White petals.

 

A vestigial planting from another age,

It was destined for the municipal saws.

When it was gone I was bitter-sad;

Well done, I thought, you got that right,

Zero for ambient aesthetics and

Ten for callous insensitivity.

White petals.

The cactus flowers on my terrace in spring,

Almonds blossom in the upper Douro,

But the paint explodes vermilion

Splashing onto my page

Slanting across my mind.

White petals.

RED LANDSCAPE - PAINTING by THOMAS MILNER

Every night I drain the blood from

My hollowed heart

But in the morning

It’s full again.

White petals

HEARTACHE - PAINTING by THOMAS MILNER

 

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