Two Friends in Arles

Van Gogh saw the passionate hand
Creating the universe
The tormented skies, the singing stars
Sunburst of the sunflowers
Intensity of corn fields
Perpetual motion
The fire burnt him up

But you Gauguin
Sought the serenity of Eden
The timeless brown women you favoured
Mysterious, immoveable, at ease
An Egyptian frieze of static postures
Waiting in vivid colours
Iconic eyes that saw the long ago
That we will never see
They allowed you
Yet remained secret

Myfanwy Moran