Purple robes from the snot of snails, rays from the tails of mango-fed cows.
Colour-wash fades, dribbles down the page,
Feeble brush strokes
weep over wet
In a misery of contempt she kicks the traces of her fractious art.
Screw it up and start again!
Ground from stones, hewn from rocks
poisonous pigments from the artist’s jewel box
cobalt and lead, one blue, one red
the venomous tools of her craft.
Carving curves with furious angst
passions explode and erode
while careless cadmium spatterings
join dread smears on the studio floor.
Scissoring through shards of purple-pink silk
the blood on the carpet of despair
raising her brush she rages on
rending the canvas in two.