Angel Over Quiet Waters

Max painted the blush-blue sky the nest of grass and teal-still waters. Bursting from his vibrant paintbrush, a vision that appropriates the canvas. His hubris angel halo-crowned, the see-through wings - yellow, blue, red and pink clipped by the frame. The rosy countenance without eyes, has a felicitous sunset glow. The spiritual being wears its huge, red heart like a necklace - it is surrounded by sunny rays. Attached to arms and shoulders - seven buttercream blossoms, cupped in navy blue. The angel’s, likely hovering, over the waters, as it wears a striped and speckled gown, no feet in sight. I would like to call the angel a she, as she is so dazzling, but in God’s word, we only meet Michael and Gabriel and the devil, Lucifer. Establishing a possible, he, with broad shoulders, beautiful beyond belief, an arresting figure of peace. A daily reminder of the existence of life beyond our realm, I’m happy that this bright and vigilant angel crystallized on Max’s canvas. 7/3/2022 A Brian Strand Premiere Choice Ekphrasis poem Painting: https://www.google.com/search?q=peter+max+angel+with+heart+original&rlz=1C9BKJA_enUS590US590&hl=en-US&prmd=sinv&sxsrf=ALiCzsY09GIT9k01Tu6a-aZCZg2M-QTylQ:1657063234783&source=lnms&tbm=isch&sa=X&ved=2ahUKEwiA1OrL8eL4AhUOlWoFHW0XCmkQ_AUoAnoECAEQAg&biw=768&bih=905&dpr=2#imgrc=YisyiHjrFr4_9M