Saved by poppies

This was meant to be a happy painting but an article I read about rape got entangled in the painting process. The mood of the painting disturbed me and I started writing the odd word down on paper until I had created a kind of a sonnet; it was almost an obsession to put the words down and yet I felt and still feel as though I was tempering in an obscure manner with a beautiful poetic form ... just like rape.
If you're interested in reading it you can find it under my Blog
http://www.celesteprize.com/eng_artista_blog/idu:59553/idb:825/