The painting conveys her exquisite taste:

ear studs, bracelets, green and yellow selendang;

the sash conceals her pregnancy.

 

The death she is carrying can’t be disguised.

The life she carries will grasp and cling on.

Yearning, restlessness and the turmoil of fear

are not recorded in the brush-strokes,

pencil outline of a face

surrendering to the flow of history.

 

The painting, with its final brilliant gesture,

only fully reveals this face

when it is framed by memory.

 

July 1989