An Artist’s Solitude

Colors stain this empty page as the artist paints his fairytale, but finds his solitude an iron cage.

He paints pastel heathers and purple sage, but his imagination begins to fail as colors stain this empty page.

How slow can one man age without her hands so warm and frail, and he finds his solitude an iron cage.

Dreaming of that Golden Age where he could kiss her lips so pale, as colors stain this empty page.

Holding inside him, this painful rage, he can only paint every detail of his solitude while in the iron cage.

Poppies fill a darkened stage, which tell this man’s lost fairytale, as colors stain this empty page — and he remains solitude in that iron cage.