Defiance in Art

Each morning after the wash
you raise a frail-hand
thank you to the nurse,
then eying the curtains
to be drawn, you begin
the restoration.
Where cancer has diminished
you replenish
with well versed hands.
Yet with hands unrushed-
No dabbing of rouge
as you manoeuvre
through rush hour traffic
or seize a rear mirrors glimpse
to pluck a stray hair.
It is now art
a defiant rebellion.
An uprising, not against death
but the way it diminishes
Your canvas with its arrival.
You’ve had practice,
Have waged this war before-
Never a slumped stem
On the window sill,
Nor sunken apple in the bowl.
By afternoon you are done.
And will showcase your
Portrait of pride,
To every damn visitor
Who sighs pitifully at your side.

wendy thopliss
Interesting read, very well written.

Fay Slimm
Force with the power of an abundant will is what that kind of fight needs Vince and you have versed it all in this ode to courage.