Peter Chapman Poetry

pochade

take that, yelled Monet;
take that, Renoir said
calling it a day

take it away said Gauguin,
his nose rotting

they wiped his face, careful
not to smear his rage

with their famous oily rags

rowers pulled by, picnickers took up their food

a general commotion prevailed;
they went home satisfied we think,
but who can say?

art is a funny thing