O’ Fragonard .. .


the artist


O’ Fragonard you wished to become a serious artist

to climb the stairs of fame and fortune to the stars

your accomplishments are known, wise and certain

as we lift the purple, velvet curtain, hide those scars


O’ Rosalind your body beauty is for the view of all

Utrillo paint Saint Sebastian in your palest umber

leave the gash of crimson, foil the Augustine design

still left to feed and nourish thee the beautiful mind


Salvatore then leave your studio, venture far to find

embrace the sorrow of your choosing hue the bruising

Guernica enslaving, empowering lays flat on its back

commands the viewer rape and be raped it is your fate


O’ Diego, Diego you who grew so old before your time

who believed the great royal painter Velazquez should

not ever wear a frown but lay his viscosity down upon 

the folded garments of Phillipe V to not only just survive 


What to tell of Auguste Rodin a sculptor of greater charm 

his modelled, clay structures, plastered, porcelain replicas

tidied, mined, refined, the artist almost forgotten reappears 

underneath such bronzed ligatures he speaks full his mind


Arabana county people, Leilamarie Stuart-Likouresis especially

contemporary and indigenous, she goes slowly through the night

carries her own aboriginal light, not trite, meaningless or empty

the traditions of your people are defined forever, artwork bright


George Roualt the unclassifiable – though they continue to excuse

pitre et crucifix dans l’exhibition de l’Académie Royale entre

honneur and recognition beloved to his nation saleur the bench mark

with constraints of a heavy border, the artist’s sperm is overflowing 


Candied, branded, bound and collated these artists’ works cold, unrelated

sedated as we are, rise, lay upon your platformed structure Michelangelo

draw with such intensity, imaginatio, Leonardo, your artist’s cross was heavy

his – ‘hellicopto’ impasto, grisaille, camaieu, murale, his Goerges Rousse graffiti


Aditi Veena a name as good as any other, not a painter, not a model or a brother

yet a faithful artist, true, tried and tested, architecturally invested, female chested

sing for us of peoples values, all the living, long day, wind it round, your ghoonghat

there is no shame here, no mystery, no fake smile, no prejudice, no hidden agenda


..                                                                                  ©edenbraytoday03.08.2021



Author’s note – this took forever to finish, might not seem like it, hope it was worth it





sedated as we are .. .


About edenbray

I'm a writer ... I write .. . I’m not sure why I ever stopped, was it 9/11? .. . edenbray is born ugly, wet and covered in blood, mucous and bodily functions ~ the effluence of my short life .. . I am a Writer and Artist since 1966 - I'm an avid Blogger ~ I write lots of poems, written essays, articles, reviews, opinion + comment .. . I have had many poems selected for Anthologies of verse and recently have published many of my poems in 24+ themed booklets ... please ask for details - join the shebang by leaving me a marker with a 'like' or a comment for my ego and encouragement and thanks for listening - I really value your interest ~ edenbray
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3 Responses to O’ FRAGONARD

  1. eob2 says:

    💙 definitely worth it!

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