poem: jacob kobina ayiah mensah
Soliloquy of the Spanish Artist
I’m locked down in a street of small terraced houses,
I’m waiting to slip in a final question before us.
The danger is out all there, I aren’t hurrying
to run away from pages of a book to the next canvas.
I’ve many a one to paint in front of this woman,
who’s sitting on a high stool in front of a canvas.
As much as I’ve begun a new career this morning
on how to rename very furniture in the corridor,
I borrow tour anger and pains, woman,
I apply the palette knives and hash colours.
Let you look simple, although it’s the emblem
for me to order a place elsewhere beyond this heart
of the Grand Fleece before the afterglow.
However, keep your social distancing, you tell me, and you mean exactly that, and nothing else.
about the author: jacob kobina ayiah mensah
Jacob Kobina Ayiah Mensah, who is an algebraist and artist, works in mixed media. His poetry, songs, prose, art and hybrid pieces have appeared in numerous journals. He lives in the southern part of Ghana, in Spain, and the Turtle Mountains, North Dakota.
