Kitchen Table By Paul Cézanne

• Timothy Rock, Grade 9
• Poetry
• 2016

Kitchen Table by Paul Cézanne
Every summer, a myriad of colours laid down,
On the madapollan, a tranquil light illuminates the table.
Through brushstrokes, Paris has been impressed by apples;
Bright, calm, disorderly and superlative.
Through the confusing, darkening world without friends,
This masterpiece of odds and ends,
Has shone through.
The room is madid and musty,
While the cloth and fruit radiates colour.
It’s not perfect but hard work captures the essence,
No more do these things flourish,
For in six years’ time,
The essence of life crawls from,
The fruit, the room, the painter.
Now we admire, we feel, we judge
A moment in time, captured forever
By man