June Poem

Kandinsky Improvisation No 2

Improvisation No 2. Funeral March

The shouting is over, is over, is over,
the procession moves on,
pace printed by a donkey’s prancing,
reins taut as the rider approaches.
Beginning or ending?
The saints are seated, opening the mystery
of death’s darker chambers –
places where no colour shines.

Megalith, or Bauhaus,
up-lit in either a sodium glare,
or the fading flare of Hors’ descent.
A rider approaches, ahead by a neck.
Beginning or ending?
The saints have won their race,
and take my place at the sundown,
seeping into cerulean shadows with indigo bones.

Improvisation Nr 2, Trauermarsch/ Improvisation No 2, Funeral March
Wassily Kandinsky, purchased 1933

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