Masterpiece
A blank canvas, clean and crisp
Awaits the drops from a rainbow sprayed pitter patter of a magical rainfall
and a storm, by the artists brush obeyed
Onto a perfect paradise
A shattered pallette of acrylic thrown
with accuracy near the archers aim
That it falls like leaves, by autumn blown
A sea of organised destruction
Skillfully strewn across a landscaped view Crimson red and sunkissed bronze
hidden by a haze of blue
A mass of seasons, winter's spring
An abundance of wishes and dreams laid bare Onto this portrait of sheer madness
scantilly clad and almost shared
An explosion of flavours
Freedom ventured through flecks of paint Songs of lovebirds whispered
Following rhythm with melodies faint
Flowers lost in winds of brown
Valuable gems encrusted with gold buried deep
dashes and lashes of watercolour
flicked into sequence and layed in a heap
A masquerade of autumn leaves fall
as a line of coloured soldiers march, swift
A mask of beauty disguises the page
Like a tiny world, and delicate gift
Fire blends into the ocean of blues
yet white ice devours monumentous heat
A fog of grey trims the edge
The work of a genius is almost complete
Copyright © Melanie Jennings | Year Posted 2012
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