Paint With Fire
Palettes mixed in shadow and night
Absorbing brushstrokes of heart’s angst;
Into the quiet comes starlight
Nectar from oil drips on his hands
To capture blinks of enamored scenes.
Wild the contours pressed by each touch
Igniting art, vivid as red
Till pigments burst on moist paintbrush
Heated tones marking final strokes.
Flamed abstract spreads hues that collide
If only to tint blaze of shades;
Rage expressed for his deceased bride
Eyes melting on a still portrait.
Andrea Dietrich’s Contest
1 in 4: Choose your Acrostic Title
Copyright © Nette Onclaud | Year Posted 2014
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