My First Painting Lesson
A happenstance of useless attempt,
The folly of entering the wrong classroom.
I am told to sit down and paint.
Paint what? I never used a brush before.
I dream I am a gull.
An idea flutters erratically as
My thoughts wafting over turbulent seas.
Perchance I might find some fodder
To enhance my worthless chances.
The sea whispers back to me:
Begin your quest.
I splash my canvas with irrational colours,
I daub here and there, using all types of blue and white.
A misogamy of random hues.
Clearly a failure of painting
As the canvas is now dank and worthless.
Slowly it dries and I wonder what it is supposed
To convey. The teacher looks on humming.
You like the abstract? she asks.
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