Skeletons 1954, Mexico (Frida Kahlo)

He took photos
To capture his favourite child
To frame the world
Or his vision of it.

She Painted
Tin paintings
To collect
And decorate
Her world.

A sun, a moon
And Pyramids;
Grey skyscrapers
For criticism,
Dead babies for freedom.

She was crushed,
Childless
And from her bed
Passion plays
Out with pictures
Of her pets,
Painted, "with no consideration"
Although she cared
About them all.

A jungle is always
In limited colour.
A monkey sits
In her arms,
Unaware of her presence.
She - unaware of his,
Her black hair a solid mass
Individual strands - there, but not seen.

Skeletons leap from the cupboard
Elegantly smiling.






05/06