Artwork historians aver
and fashionable artists would concur
her work are a visible feast
impressed by the dreadful beast
that consumed her from inside.
She painted it again and again.
Her sketches have been a handbook of
ache of physique and of affection.
The thorn, the arrow, the pierced coronary heart—
the years collectively and aside—
her happiness oft on the wing
prompts the money register’s cha-ching
greater than sixty years since she
lastly set her spirit free,
leaving a part of her unfurled
in paint, on canvas, for the world.