Spring Into Verse Day 4 -The Picasso Poem
Amy, a former student, inspired this poem. We sat next to each other on a bus when I accompanied a group of students on an excursion to a local art gallery. Her opening remarks became the title for this poem. Ideas emerge when we least expect. We must be ready to catch them.
GRANDMA DOESN’T UNDERSTAND PICASSO
I don’t think my Gran likes Picasso
His paintings leave her agog
She is puzzled by Pablo Picasso
- A dog should look like a dog !
Landscapes are more to her liking
And portraits of luminous folk
Or some beauty draped on a soft velvet couch
Wearing a long flowing cloak
Gran can’t approve of Picasso
His arrangement of line, form and size
She stares at his paintings and mumbles
Terrible ! triangular eyes?
Gran’s clearly not keen on Picasso
But she’s no weeping woman you see
For she takes me to all the galleries
And that’s made some impression on me
One day I may be a painter
And use an impressionist style
But for now I like looking at paintings
And I’ll stay with Picasso awhile
Alan j Wright