Friday, May 6, 2016

Called It Night

The giant easel stood up straight
when I began to paint
the work started early
and continued all day
the canvas leaned back
in its own sultry way
showing off its magic hues
of fiery gold, floating white
and ominous blues
I stood back and looked long
and then frowned
my picture was wrong
so I lifted my palette again
with weary heart
I decided to restart
with a slow deepening of blue
from right to left
over and over
I spread all the colors
across the canvas
until I had a mysterious
somber glow
lastly I added a fury of white
in scattered specks
and when I finished
I called my picture night

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