Crawl into the painting,
slip in between strokes,
wrap up in warm colour.
It hangs there waiting,
in a drab sitting room,
dust over its entrance,
broken bottles below.
Beauty in chemicals,
powdered still waves,
an idyllic harbour,
away from the storm.
She stands there silently,
looking out to the seven seas,
water coloured by her charm.
A face that was never painted,
a familiar soul,
with welcoming arms,
beckoning the oceans,
inviting us to escape.
I was hooked from the beginning until the end. Love the flow. Well done!
thank you very much 😀
Well done. This was very timely for my, as I visited an art museum today.
sorry for the delayed reply, but out of curiosity… did you crawl into a painting that day? 🙂
“A face that was never painted…” Love that!
Thank you for visiting and following my blog by the way.
Best,
Ana
thanks for visiting mine! 🙂 (sorry, replying to comments very late in the day, i’m crap at things like this, always have… and i can’t don’t take compliments well, i find them scary). x
I crawled into the painting and stayed there until the end. A beautiful piece.
thank you 😀 x
You’re welcome 🙂