Frida
I
I hope the exit is Joyful!
And – I hope never to return!
II
From the blue house, my beloved Coyoacán
Revolución!
To a white room
Cage bed
III
The world splinters in a
moment.
What we know is undone.
Eleven fractures, crushed foot.
Spinal column: shattered.
Collarbone: broken.
Uterus punctured.
IV
A tilted frame, stretched canvas was my mirror.
In long lonely hours
I grew
baptised my pain in oils.
V
This life, suffering.
Lost
Babies
Endless
Anaesthesia
Passionate for a faithless man,
I found love between the storms.
Nothing to lose. I stared out at myself.
Radium eyes,
hummingbirds at my shoulders,
monkeys in my arms.
I wove garlands into my hair,
and painted my lips.
Red.
VI
Tender brush
strokes in the retablos.
For Mrs Dorothy Hale
In remembrance of her suicide
And even the devil had my sympathy.
VII
Until I gave up my architecture,
that frail frame.
But mischief even on my Day of the Dead,
defiant on the bonfire. Raised – Woman in flames
I fly beyond the cosmos Joy! I hope never to return!