I’m participating in WordPress.com’s Writing201: Poetry that finishes up this week.
“It’s Day 7. Time to think about vowels, with your fingers. Prosaically.”
Painting Her fingers, spattered with crimson and cobalt, merge with the brush. Stroke by stroke, she paints life onto nothingness in vibrant, pulsing hues. The colors stream across the canvas; mingling, fighting, circling, forming, becoming the creature in her mind, the one who haunts her, begging to be released.
I’m already imagining the painting. Are you an artist? Nice imagery
No, I was actually thinking of my daughter.
I really like the line “she paints life into nothingness” – I think it really captures the heart of an artist!
Really liked this, vivid images for the mind.
That’s Good! Note the uppercase G. Those few words tell a powerful story. I can see the colours streaming and the manic concentration. It sounds excellent read aloud, too.
Thank you for sharing.
the trials of an artist, i am trying to think of the right word to use before artist, it evades me, tortured artist? It is a phrase, grrr my foggy head x
Thanks for all the positive comments!