For his Day 4 prompt, Robert Lee Brewer challenged poets to make the title of their poem the name of a painter. Now, I don’t know a lot about painters, but my favorite painting is Starry Night, so naturally, I think of Van Gogh. And when I think of Van Gogh, I think about this fascinating discovery about Van Gogh painting turbulence. So I decided to explore that in a kind of prophecy.*
And the stars shall speak to him.
And the wind shall speak to him.
And the air shall call his name
and he will see it as it is.
And the wind will greet him as a friend
and tell him all her secrets.
And he will paint the portrait
of the wind in her truest form.
And scientists will marvel at her nakedness
for centuries to come.
And they will study her.
And they will measure her.
And they will try to calculate
the degree of her perfection.
And they will find no fault.
For she will whisper in his ear
and he will hear nothing but her voice.
And he will chase her
as a sailor after a siren
for he will understand her
in a way no other can.
For he will himself know the feeling
and he will know her mind
as if it is his own.
And together, they will paint each other.
*On a side note, I find some level of comfort in the fact that Van Gogh’s ability to paint turbulence came during his most turbulent times, as if mental disorders have the ability to open up artists to things they wouldn’t otherwise be able to see. This is not the first time I have come across this idea.