Dali's Wife

by helenelizabethclarke

Published December 7, 2010

In Poetry

So, I wrote this in the style of Carol Ann Duffy for my english presentation. Enjoy!

Mrs Dali

I sit and watch him melt another clock.
A wedding gift from my aunt,
Now a pool of lava on the kitchen table.
We’ve made a deal.
I’m not posing, sitting, standing for him again
Unless he cuts that thing off of his face.
It’s a leech upon your upper lip, I say.
Sucking all the life out of you and
Splashing it onto the canvas.

He caught me the other day,
Doing for myself what he won’t do.
One twiddle of that wretched moustache
And off he goes to paint.
Unveiling it, he smiles,
I got the inspiration from you, my muse.
What did you call it Great for?
It doesn’t even look like me.


He goes to stab me with a paintbrush.
Tú eres una perra!
I knock over his easel, cackling.
The colours run,
Smeared,
Ruined.
Is this what they call modern art, darling?

Every morning upon awakening,
I experience a supreme distaste:
That of being your wife.

Comments & reviews · 3
mystiquevander wrote a review Review · Dec 9, 2010

I aboslutely loved this poem! Very well done! It was unorthodox in everyway, but somehow it always made sense. I applaud your writing style and technique, the punctuation was astute and seemingly perfected (though this is the untrained eye, here). Please keep writing, I really look forward to reading more of your pieces in the future!
Encore!
P.S. Good luck with your English presentation ;)

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retrodisco666 wrote a review Review · Dec 8, 2010

Hey,

You're right it is like Carol Ann Duffy - the two poems it reminded me of were Education for lesuire and Anne Hathway. However, I am also inclined that it is like Simon Armatige style of writing as well, espicially his poem "Homecoming" due to the style of your writing, as they are very similar poems.

I loved it frankly, it is a style of poem that I enjoy reading. I would read it again that's for sure!

Bravo!

PM me for anything and keep it up.

~Retro Disco666



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