Drawing by Susan C. Price
San Francisco
By Eric Meub
San Francisco
By Eric Meub
She was an athlete, finely tuned.
How fat with pastries she ballooned:
a courtesan to raise an itch
upon the impotently rich.
She flaunts her most expansive moods
at supplicants her price excludes;
the castoffs act as counterparts
to troubadours who left their hearts.
But formerly her fluent tongue
enticed the vulnerable and young.
She promised polo shirt physiques
and hothouse roses on our cheeks.
Today I’m just a souvenir,
a postcard wishing I was here.
| Copyright © 2018 by Susan C. Price & Eric Meub Eric Meub, architect, lives and practices in Pasadena, the adopted brother of the artist, Susan C. Price. They respect, in their different ways, the line. |
This fine pair of portrait & poem of lighter hue invites us to reflect on who we ourselves were then, and who we are now. But is the hue of this poem by Eric Meub so much lighter, after all, than other poems of his? He always goes deep, as so does Susan C. Price, in her penetrating portraits.
ReplyDeleteThank you Morris! You are always so encouraging. But really, the poem does not do this portrait justice. The rendering of the planes is like a granite bust: stone cold but beautiful (like the city in question). Cheers!
ReplyDelete“stone cold but beautiful” – a well-chiseled plaudit!
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