Thursday, March 10, 2011

On a painting.

A sketchbook

cradles you-

a creature,

in corporeal blue

of mystery, misery.

Colour has its own

idiom of loss, pain-

(brown, bleak grey)

of love, imagined

(pink, red)

of love, real

(bruised purple)

of silence, white

of absence, black.

Look in confidence

and find

grainy comfort

(moss, agate, ochre).

My voice


my heart, a rainbow.