Poem introduction

I suppose, just two words that one might draw attention to. One is Anancyman. Anancy is the spider god that came over from Africa to the Caribbean, and informed so much of our literature; the weakest creature in the forest, who had to get his way by subterfuge and cunning rather than by strength and power. The other reference is to a couple of the art galleries in Paris that we know and love.

To My Mother, the Art Critic


I put it down, I say, to my mother, my first art critic.
Back then, oh, in another country, a woman in her prime
Nicely contained in that dress we know, its modesty protesting
Those The Lady at her piano snaps for the album. But that was Before -
Yes, we've had too many images of After -
That was when, on a Sunday afternoon after church,
Anancyman came to the house and arranged a sitting:
In the drawing-room a detail of her dress is out of place.


No, of course, you do not understand. I come back to this scene
Decades later on a day in Sheffield laid out to be painted.
I pause in mid-stride, the rinsed landscape too clean for February;
The bruised sky of yesterday clearing up, a scent of elsewhere drifting
Indoors, from the garden. I think of men in berets and cravats
At the salon - of a provincial Degas whose aim was to trap you dancing,
Or an island Renoir with no fear and hatred of women;
Of your afterlife drawing suitors to worship at Orsay and Marmottan.


So, yes, I'm thinking back to the small accident in the churchyard
(Sermons do not prepare you for the dangers of uneven ground);
And then to your pampered ankle after lunch, caught on canvas,
Along with the vicar an d the headmaster providing the conversation.
The boy with the made-up name was praised for the likeness
Of the bandage on the lady's foot; he could have been a medic as well
As artist. Not bad, you said, the sternest judge. And then you asked:
But how are you going to paint my other shoe, over it?

copyright © E A Markham 2007, used by permission of the author

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1To My Mother, The Art Critic

2A Little Ritual

3Don't Talk to Me about Bread

4Hurricane, Volcano, Mass Flight

5Two interludes from John Lewis & Co

6God of the Flat

7The Lamp

8At the Redland Hotel, Stamford Hill

9A Family Gift

10A Mugger’s Game



13Make Love, Not War

14Psalm 151

15A Verandah Ceremony

16Scarves and Benches

17A Politically-Correct Marriage


19Hand and Eye

20So What’s It Like?

Books by E A Markham