Andreas Gripp is a London, Ontario poet and writer. He lives with his cats, "Clea" and "Sheba". He is the author of six books of poetry as well as six chapbooks. His website can be found at http://www.andreasgripp.com
 
 

The Frustrated Wife as Artist

You sat outside as it poured,
brush in hand,
mascara running,
striving to paint
an indoor scene from our battleground
living room.
Carmine, indigo,
mustard yellow lines
merely streaks
on rain-soaked
canvas,
my face a smudge
of black,
clouds stirring greys
in nature's ceiling
while the sodden landscape
drooped,
heavy with water's weight,
ignored by bristled strokes
that found no happiness
to capture.

 

 

Reading Winter Poems at Carr's Cafe

IIf you as well
spend evenings
with anachronistic
bards,


then it's true
that you might spot me
at this table made for two,


with a candle,
empty chair,


and I'll spy a lovely woman
in a line-up for a drink,
beg your pardon
for my fancy,


my feigning
she's bare at the waist,
softly shuffling
to where I'm seated,
introducing herself as Kate,


my flipping through Tennyson
a sign I'm far less living
than he.

 

 

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