The realist unsuccessfully analyses an abstract painting
the roof of a house, isn’t it,
those two brown lines?
And that must be water.
It looks like a lake.
Are those smudges boats?
They could be half finished boats.
Why is there a lake on the roof?
Or is it a harbour?
Is that that a fence or a gate up against it?
Is it a gate for people to go in
or a fence to keep people out?
Or is it the end of a bed?
And where’s this window?
Is the whole thing a window?
Are we looking through a window
at a window that’s not there
on a lake or a harbour with boats on a roof?
That is the roof of a house, isn’t it?
One of four poems written in response to paintings at the BEAT (Borough of Ealing Art Trail) exhibit at St John's Church, Ealing in September 2018.
The poem is © Godfrey Rust, email@example.com. See here for permissions.