Watercolour Wash
Poem of the emptiness after a fantasy is relinquished
It’s lonely in this fantasy now I’ve let you to your life
Left paint set in the rain all the colours seeped away
The school room doors creak quietly, remembering games we played
paint your brush with all my colours capture the essence of this light bathing us in her welcome warmth pouring tea cups of delight
stir up all the pigments in the pots in vibrant rows brush a garden across my canvas watch delighted orchids grow
holding hands to guide the strokes delivering a furtive flare suggesting wanton blooming blush executed with deep care
It’s lonely in this fantasy now I’ve left to walk away
Portraits blurred from pitchblende burns
Dust motes drift by respectfully questioning the sanctity of a sunbeam
© Aspen Blue 2020
