Fire Painting

The picture is of an oldish man sitting on a hard chair in front of an Edsel on which is the painting of a fire. The room is concrete with some brushes and paints next to the Edsel and one coat hanging on the wall. Fire Painting The bare room speaks of remorseless times of few, fickle buyers and assaulted health The cockroaches of poverty swarm in dark corners and scurry out at night to feast on his pennies The invisible mist of despair seeps from filthy concrete floor to caper, jest and pluck at his threadbare coat of fading pride. Unquenchable spirit flowed from soul Brush of wood and hair became wand The dull, stained canvass smote with light The flickering flames grew with every stroke Memories of friends and laughter like twigs Form the crown from whence everything springs The red Winter Sun finds the passion of Life Velvet Summer mornings gyre with joy and light Anger and desire colour dance like sprites Fused all together barely held by the frame His fire of Spirit banishes the chill.