watching paint
I love to laze on summer days
as brush strokes slip
and bristles drip –
a front door is transformed from grey
to vibrant red, or cobalt blue
enhancing life with changing hue
the Forth Bridge glistens in the sky
Van Gogh’s sunflowers burn the eye,
Renoir’s ladies laze and lie
a palette knife spreads thickly by
a laden brush of silky oil
from flakiest white to deep Mars Black
Purple Madder, Baroque Red,
Quinacridone Violet, Prussian Blue,
Pthalo Green, Lapis too
Naples Yellow, Ultramarine,
Vermillion and Viridian
Gamboge, Umber, Rose Dore
Naphol Red or sepia grey
Cerulean, Alizarin, Violet
Titanium, Umber, Scarlet Lake
I stretch, I dream, I sniff, I sigh
I always love to watch paint dry.
Fkx
Wed 22nd Jun 2011 13:53
Anne, this is a breathtaking poem! I loved witnessing the pigments move about and fuse then dry... very visual and very moving. If there were a fave tab on this site, this would be flagged as such. Thanks for sharing.