AN EKPHRASTIC POEM ON JHERONIMUS BOSCH’S
PAINTING “THE GARDEN OF EARTHLY DELIGHTS”
Do you think woman would have been introduced to man
As is portrayed in me? And when blessed with procreation
Do they go colourfully overboard, the nakedness cavorting
With owls and giant strawberries, and tattooing music
On a butt?
But I am too a prophecy for the modern world
The cold darkness foreboding
The fruits of the failure of mankind in Jumanji style.
I am a triptych oil painting on oak panel
With a green-grey grisaille at the close
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