Art is an ekphrastic poem inspired by an exhibit at the Metropolitan Museum of Art titled Alexander McQueen: Savage Beauty.

Art

It Was Art
Abstract and alcohol fueled.

Liquid paint splattered,
graffiti covered and dangerous. 

Surreal.

Savage Beauty of
Alexander McQueen,
spray paint guns
aimed at a white dress.

Fragile.

An evening gown
made of peonies and roses,
disintegrating.

You say don’t write about life,
write about art.

Was it not art?
The finger painting of my hair,
the pigment of your eyes,
the sculpture of my thigh.

You say don’t write about life,
write about art.

Was it not art?
My solo performance
when you left me nude
in the gallery
covered in snow?

http://blog.metmuseum.org/alexandermcqueen/dress-sarabande/

Published in Best American Poetry and in my book, Cover Charge: https://blog.bestamericanpoetry.com/the_best_american_poetry/2014/10/art-by-linda-kleinbub.html
https://autonomedia.org/product/cover-charge/

Process

Emotions and art combined created this piece.