The Wilhelms’







Old money.

The life of country and town estates,

Holiday homes, staffed all year round,

Raised by the help,

As a child learned to live countries apart,

Now not even bothered where the parent are.



Barely out of youth, naked organist

Beyond sex,

Fingers well trained

From a young age to walk alone,

Yet still following the music,

With closed eyes and head and shoulders.

Self-smiles, across familiar places,

As memories of childhood wash.



Painter in the nude,

Observing the organism.

Seated on the corner of the 20 seater dinner table,

Canvas stretched,

Paintbrushes and paint everywhere,

Under a state of respite,

Holding up a glass, without a word,

Knowing one of the servants

Standing In the shadows of the fireplace will come over and fill it up.


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