
I wrote this poem on 23 October 2019, between 9:45 and 10:35 JST. Amazing what we writers can come up with when bored out of our tiny wee minds 😉
The piece was the handwritten start of an idea which became one of the short stories in my ongoing short story challenge. The story also opens the ‘Big Six’ collection I indie-published earlier this month.
if aliens should chance upon Paul Cezanne
painting in some field or by a stream
would he scream or be impressed
and then add them too
with zeros for eyes and bodies made of cubes
or perhaps he’d hide them in orchards
colorless beings
held forever in layers of light