Image:1 Snapshot of a younger Paul Gauguin
Image:2 Self Portrait in later years
Image:3 The Meal aka The Bananas 1891 ( courtesy of Tess' Magpie)
Image:4 Two Women on the Beach
Image:5 A Road in Tahiti
Image:6 Tahitian Women Under the Palms
(Picture Credit: All from Google Images)
The South Seas Chronicler mused
Laid back basking in the sea breeze
Caressing his cheeks in mid morning
Without a care in the world
The surrounding greenery affording
The shelter needed to stimulate
his mind. Reflecting
he ventured
back. This was Gauguin’s world
Tahiti, blissful
in all its goodness
Near enough to what Eve had left
Undisturbed. It would have been heavenly in the 1800’s
Fodder for the mind, guiding the hues
of colors painstakingly on canvas
He was not short of subjects, of scenic views
Of still life, of human kind, of models
The village belle, the voluptuous
The big fat Mama in colorful dress
And the youngsters waiting for their meals
His mind went viral and we’re all the richer
Masterpiece, after masterpiece
Of post-impressionist kinds
The production line at full speed
But wait up! What happened when
The colors dried up and the canvas were all used
He couldn’t possibly rush downtown
For his supplies. He couldn’t possibly mix
His own colors from local sources
Replenishment from ships were rare
How did he manage? I just wonder!