The artichoke
With a tender heart
Dressed up like a warrior,
Standing at attention, it built
A small helmet
Under its scales
It remained unshakeable
But
Then
Maria
Comes
With her basket
She chooses
An artichoke,
She's not afraid of it.
She examines it, she observes it
Up against the light like it was an egg
She buys it
She mixes it up in her handbag
With a pair of shoes
With a cabbage head and a
Bottle
Of vinegar
Until
She enters the kitchen
And submerges it in a pot.
This ends
In peace
This career
Of the armed vegetable
Which is called an artichoke.
How appropriate that you posted this one today. I took in a salad for St. Patrick's Day Luncheon, at work, today. I always make a vinegar and oil dressing with parmesan cheese and chopped artichokes.
I agree with Jutilda that this is beautiful and IF you choose to post it for sale, I'd gladly buy a copy for my kitchen. When I finish the painting this would go perfectly. If you decide to sell it, please PM me.
I really love the subtlety of the lighting, highlighted by the use of the scratchy layer. Which one did you use? It's killer. I'd hang that in my kitchen!!! ;~) Neruda is the BEST
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