Jives
I wake to your jiving
trees
you’re wired
hot as rock guitars
rollicking with the fences
to the top bush line
and hills
you play a mean base
your grasses ripple
lit gold
young flames shooting
electric rain
and above
the clouds raked into
icing swirls
this feast of joy
is working
hills and clouds and trees
like me
are celebrating
Dufy’s holiday dazzle
you’re a
minstrel of joy
Raoul
when I read that description
I knew
what I knew
was true
your Eiffel towers
your yachts
and hotels
erupting in a mass of
couldn’t care less
clouds
have work to do
point to
the dazzle of holidays
and
entrenched happiness
Van Gogh go go
it’s a Van Gogh go go
breaking the heart
of everything apart
hill and tree and clouds
are rocking
while the wind
of a Dufy summer
keeps everything
breezy and
happily together
©Tess Ashton
Image Two dancers 1938, Henri Matisse