Splashes of umber –
hints of Prussian Blue;
Chinese White –
murmurings of Madder Pink
carpet his floor.
An open window –
a torn, lace-curtain
shimmies with the breeze.
A model, draped over
a green baize settee;
his deft hand following
each line, every contour
of a curvaceous silhouette,
leaving nothing
to the imagination.
A butterfly
trapped in a jam-jar
of multi-coloured hues;
the one he uses to rinse
his myriad of brushes,
lets out a scream,
heard by only she...
sets it free to the wind...
as it flies directly
back into the room
and lands,
on his wet-in-wet
creation.
A Painted Lady
by definition; of name
and indeed of nature.
Belying freedom
is a thing with wings.
The picture, sells
for millions.
Comments
MistakenMagic | May 21, 2010 - 10:26
This is gorgeous, Tina! I love the use of colour and rich imagery. This stanza has to be my favourite:
'A Painted Lady
by definition; of name
and indeed of nature.'
Well done on the cherry ;)
Magic xxx
Silver Spun Sand | May 21, 2010 - 10:38
Thanks so very much, Magic;-) As it happens paintings seem to be very much in the public eye at present.
Glad you enjoyed. Hope you have a relaxing weekend.
Tina;-)xxx
Larkin Williamson | May 21, 2010 - 11:54
Wonderful imagery....I love when that happens. :)
Silver Spun Sand | May 21, 2010 - 12:29
Larkin - your enthusiasm more than appreciated. Many thanks to you;-)
Tina
Cavalcaderl | May 21, 2010 - 21:23
new Silver-Spun-Sand
Just got back from getting daughter
extra gifts.But I read this wonderful
illuminating poem,at 7.30.am popped to
bathroom.Now I see got the well deserved
cherry! many congratulations.
I cannot say which stanzas best,or words.
It is just so amazingly done,thoroughly enjoyed.
As usual.
Have a good weekend.
julie xx
Silver Spun Sand | May 21, 2010 - 23:05
Julie - hope the extra gifts went down a treat, as I am sure they did;-)
As usual, I thoroughly enjoyed your comments - illuminating, as always.
A good weekend to you and yours as well, and thank you;-)
Tina xx
Highhat | May 22, 2010 - 11:37
I think you painted a picture here which must sell for millions as well- millions of colours and butterflies and . . piaxx
Silver Spun Sand | May 22, 2010 - 11:41
Oh that I did, hh;-)
Now painting I simply adore...but I am hopeless at it. Can't draw for toffee, but give me a paintbrush or palette knife, and some acrylics and I'm away with the fairies!
I remember, years ago now in the seventies, there was a programme in the afternoons called 'Paint with Nancy'. She painted with a palette knife, and it sure was my kind of painting.
My thanks to you for reading and glad you enjoyed;-)
Tina xx
Highhat | May 22, 2010 - 12:29
haven't tried much painting and I am sure I am terrible. I'd rather knit something complicated or write a poem !!;-)
Silver Spun Sand | May 22, 2010 - 12:38
;-)
Dynamaso | May 25, 2010 - 05:21
You have such a way of painting with words, Tina, I wouldn't worry about ever picking up a brush again.
Silver Spun Sand | May 25, 2010 - 08:04
Dynamaso...thank you;-) And yes, I think you're right. I'll leave painting proper to the artists;-)
Good to hear from you.
Tina
kheldar | May 28, 2010 - 23:28
11 out of 10 - what more can I say.
David xx :--)
Silver Spun Sand | May 29, 2010 - 08:06
You said it all...and more, 'wordsmith' that you indeed are, David.
Much appreciated.
Tina;-)xx