A watercolour – not quite
finished, yet signed, just ‘Jade’,
on the easel in my granddad’s
attic, opposite the window.
After all these years, find
it there still.
As a child, I’d brave the cobwebs –
climb the stairs, each visit;
perhaps, she’d be there, this time,
but she never was. “Who is Jade?”
I asked him one day, but he didn’t
reply... only looked at me
in a strange kind of way;
in hindsight though, that look
said more than any words
could ever have, and now,
it’s far too late.
A simple sketch...a vase
of flowers; the artist, whoever
she was, mixing colours as nature
intended – aquilegia reaching out,
groping for another’s velvet touch.
The paint in the pallet, cracked –
sun-dried; an orange beret,
and parasol, with tortoiseshell
shaft, hangs from the hook
on the wall like a question mark.
Clouds across the sun... shadows
come and go...fret the canvas,
transient as lines on her brow,
as I envisage it now;
ash-blonde hair, perhaps, flirting
with a cheek; tongue feathering lip,
deep in concentration...
the swish of sable...
and those green eyes – they must
have been green, it would have
suited her so...saying, “Would I,
care to pose?’
Comments
skinner_jennifer | September 19, 2011 - 20:53
Hi Tina,
so I wonder who this mysterious lady was? your
description of her set the scene.
I liked the idea that she was a mystery and loved
the colours that were mentioned in the painting.
Another colourful poem from you and much enjoyed.
Jenny.
Silver Spun Sand | September 19, 2011 - 20:59
Thanks, Jenny;-) And I guess we'll never know. But I think I can hazard a bet;-)
Pleased you enjoyed.
Tina
Highhat | September 20, 2011 - 08:32
Nothing like a bit of mystery. A nicely enigmatic poem Tina- beautiful, colourful word painting.
;)Pia
Silver Spun Sand | September 20, 2011 - 09:16
Thanks, Pia;-)
Tina
Prettyrose | September 21, 2011 - 18:18
Hi Tina :))) Really beautifully written from a talented writer :)))
Well done enjoyed this one lots.
Keep Writing
Keep Smiling :)))
Trish
Silver Spun Sand | September 21, 2011 - 21:12
Hey, thanks, Trish. Many thanks for that, and have a good rest of the week;-)
Tina
Cavalcaderl | September 22, 2011 - 20:52
new Silver-Spun-Sand
What! poem of descriptive beauty.
Well "Jade" can be a beautiful green jewel,
or a name. But when you mention blonde hair,
makes me wonder! too.
Stanza I like
Clouds across the
sun...shadows
come and go..fret the canvas
transient as lines on her brow
as I envisage it now;
definitely a talented gifted blessed writer.
missed you not at the "Wheatsheaf"
maybe meet you next time.
julie xx
Silver Spun Sand | September 23, 2011 - 07:56
Hi there, Julie.
Pleased you enjoyed this one.
I'm glad you had a good time at the 'Wheatsheaf', and I'm really sorry I couldn't be there. It is difficult for me as my husband has Parkinson's disease, and getting to London an obstacle I wouldn't want to put him face to face with.
But, as you say, maybe another time;-)
Tina xx
Cavalcaderl | September 23, 2011 - 11:07
Silver-Spun-Sand
Hello! Tina, yes, must be difficult,
with your husband Parkinssons disease.
Mine humped huge bags dog bark on large
steel trolley, before coming to London.
With a stent in his chest! bit risky silly.
Caused a might row. Then seen friend few miles
out in wheelchair know! knowing I rely on him, take
me to London "Wheatsheaf". Wouldn't repeat words I said, or shouting match. But all worth it!
and "Jazz" Green Eyes" sitting on our wall, waiting
for us, to come in for love and affection gives, curled up on (his?) bed had to put out later.
Two beloved's ms problems. One not working now one if off work. So half a glass wine!
"Wheatsheaf" fogetting all here! worked great evening. Relax on train, scribbled bit.
Reading AbcTales mag; 23
all the best julie
Beeme so nervous wonderful read a few!
have a good day.
julie xx