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My Turpentine
I painted myself into a corner today
until every muscle moved
left a smudge
the air around me thick as oil
barricaded in by
emails and phone calls
and contractors and drivers
and team members and
clients and fluorescent lights
computer screens
beeps
blips
blops
At six I fled to the freeway
the colours of my day
dragging behind me like a
Van Gogh sky
my animated gestures
of vehicular frustration
creating rainbow swirls
that darkened with my mood
the car ploughing forward
through the congealed jam
stretching, straining towards
my favourite part of the day…
…where inside the post and rail
beneath the gnarled arms of the willow
I lean against the obliging shoulder
of an old thoroughbred
this place my turpentine
I rinse my brushes in the sunset
where it’s splashed across the sky
and watch it turn my world to grey
dilute the air until the breeze
can shift a lock of hair as gently as a lover
the raggle taggle of my day
runs black , then clear
drips fecklessly to the sand
my slate and canvas
clean
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