Here is the lithograph I based my poem on:
And here is my poem:
On Picasso’s Imaginary Self-Portrait
Is it conceit or self-knowledge
that makes you paint yourself
in the ruffed collar
of Shakespeare
or a clown?
Satyr, young at heart,
your merry countenance
masks darker moods and behaviors,
the bright pigments
hiding a more somber undercoat.
Picasso,
your children
and your mistresses
might paint you as master:
stern, egotistical,
but always with the backlit inspiration
of genius.
Yet, old goat,
you paint yourself a clown.
For Linda’s SoCS prompt “clown”.

Excellent take Judy
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Thanks, Sadje.
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You obviously know more about Picasso than I do! Clever take on the portrait.
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Nicely perceptive
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I love your characterization of him, Judy.
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He deserves your scathing ditty!
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