on the canvas
i drew her
across, around
within, without
in all colour and shade
of great cities
and their country.
her eyes as London
and the cheeks as Tanzania;
her palms as Athens
and the shoulders all
Himalaya -
every bone or edge in
wonderful chromatic.
the canvas changed and bled,
as did i but
by year’s end, the mosaic,
worldly woman was now
rested there in full.
stood in blank
dark
mossy room
covered in art and age
i called upon her name
but alas
i could no longer remember.
Sep 14, 2017
Sep 14, 2017 at 8:02 PM UTC
on the canvas
i drew her
across, around
within, without
in all colour and shade
of great cities
and their country.
her eyes as London
and the cheeks as Tanzania;
her palms as Athens
and the shoulders all
Himalaya -
every bone or edge in
wonderful chromatic.
the canvas changed and bled,
as did i but
by year’s end, the mosaic,
worldly woman was now
rested there in full.
stood in blank
dark
mossy room
covered in art and age
i called upon her name
but alas
i could no longer remember.
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