Paintbrush and Friends

Me and my friends we lay in a line, 
Ready to be coloured from dry,
Ready to douse and create beautiful, 
Answers to your questions of why,

With the hand that feels behind your true love, 
Behind what people seek most,
Gliding each of us in a Royal ballet, 
On the canvas we soar like a ghost,

Forming lines and shades and moments of how, 
Forming powerful contrasts in red,
Forming all of the thoughts unspoken with words, 
Thoughts alone in your head,

We are the brush and the paint, the quill and the trowel, 
We work with the painter in private,
We create what you need to settle your soul, 
Resetting your mind to a quiet.


For Anthony Slausen’s “The paint movers” poetry contest, 
Written 9th October 2018, awarded 6th place

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