Gabriele Munter, Jawlensky and Werefkin, 1908
I have always been inspired by Gabriele Munter’s paintings, especially this particular one, Jawlensky and Werefkin, 1908, which tells me a story.
Gabriele Munter , one of the few women artists in early 20th century, who were recognised by the male-dominated art world. I have great respect for her.
I thought I’d written a flash fiction story inspired by this painting, a while ago. It turns out to be a poem. I’m no poet, this probably needs editing, but perhaps that was the only way I could express my feelings.
We sit at the top of the hill,
under the cosy spring sun,
and watch the world below
The bouquet of flowers you pick on the way up,
I fix to the ribbon around my plain straw hat,
and feel like a member of the nobility.
My eyes shifting to the puffy, white clouds,
I dream a bright future for us
You observe the movements of the ants,
and say, we must be so well-organized
I still remember that day, my love,
though I lost you to the insidious war.
Left with two young children,
in the shambles of our dream house,
I had to work to support them.
It’s been forty years since that day,
with another war claiming lives.
Grateful that our children have survived it,
I’m now a retired grandmother looking after theirs
The world has changed so much,
you wouldn’t believe it
We don’t have to wear fancy hats and long dresses,
even gloves have gone out of style.
Women can vote, go to universities,
and become professionals.
Life is easy with telephones, radio,
automobiles, electric trains, and airplanes,
so thoroughly organized.
I still live in our restored dream house,
and go up the hill to celebrate our anniversary each year.
Though much has changed,
spring flowers decorating my straw hat,
the puffy, white clouds above, and the village
have stayed the same.
Sometimes I miss the elegance of the past,
though life is much simpler now.
But I miss you most of all,
and have never found anything
to replace your love.
Happy Women’s Day!
Thank you for reading. 🙂