Still life

Still life

Dead nature staring at spectators eyes
Attracting with the morbid cheerlessness of expiration
The flowers decaying into dust in fashion of the movie star
Aging behind the scenes , behind the silence walls
Fruits rotting , emanating fermented odor
Even through the canvas fabric

So beautiful, so full of life moments before
While hand transferring colors on the painting
They are already on the way to disappear to zilch
Food for the birds future generations

The pomegranates losing brightness of the red
Brownish apples scrunching the appearance
The taxidermy birds could not be more dead
The glass in pupils shining in unnatural bearing
We calling it still life, French call it nature mort
Dead nature propagate life stillness, everything come to stop
Halting activities in core, everything becoming particle for universe foundation

by Margaret Gudkov
art by Luis Egidio Melendez Bodegón