Breakfast for two

Today we are challenged to write a poem themed around friendship, with imagery or other ideas taken from a painting by Leonora Carrington, and a painting by Remedios Varo.

Both artists belong (in part) to the surrealist school which I normally love, but I struggled to find anything to spark me with Carrington’s work.

When I spotted two paintings of characters seated at separate tables it got me thinking about the current conversations about/between CIS and transgender women, so I created a topical surrealist chat.

Feel free to join in.

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Mirrored across la table,
They eyed each other without looking.

“We cannot be friends” she said,
As she calmly fed herself her own ❤️

“I don’t want to be friends” she said,
As she carefully revealed the veneer of her parts.

“Then, what do you want?” she asked.
Was it cold inside her robes?

“Why can I not just be me?” she asked.
Did something move inside her clothes?

“But you are not like me” she claimed.
Her Arctic sighed inside her chest.

“None of us are exactly the same” she claimed.
Her mares snorted inside her breast.

Breakfast is the most important meal of the day.

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