Basket of Oranges - van Gogh 1888
You paint your oranges with flecks
of yellow, ochre, verdigris and white;
the wicker basket like a barge
raises blue ripples on a linen cloth.
No blue, you wrote, without yellow and orange.
Fluid gold weaves through the wicker
and radiates energy beyond the frame,
your name, Vincent, scrawled across the flow.
And the blue? It drizzles down the aqua curtains
sheeting the darkening wall behind the fruit
catching the light with yellow and with orange.
Six blemished fruit, but oh! the painting
surges through sense and centuries still
vibrant to the eye, the touch, the taste.
Diana Mitchener March 10th, 2010