
For Vincent Van Gough
I am a lover
Without love.
My church takes away
My Priesthood.
I am a Vicar
Whose church is
Esoine red,
Geranium lake.
I am a painter
Who half sees
Empty chairs
Geranium lakes,
Black crows.
I am Beethoven’s
Right hand man.
Curated light cancers
My cherry trees.
Our orchards bear white apples.
I am my painted
Yellow sunflowers.
I am a
Painted love geranium
Tormented
Esoine red.
By June Perkins

Reblogged this on Pearlz Dreaming and commented:
This one for Vincent.
So evocative! I love geraniums and sunflowers, so this spoke straight to my heart. 💗🌻
Thankyou, I wrote this poem in my twenties for a creative writing folio at university 😉