The Paint Mover

Vanishing varnish kindly stood the test of time in sweet and salty impermanence A boat shed overgrown and faded into significance of messages and meaning of rays and days going by and moving on And nights of course with moon and stars abiding wheels of life’s abundance The window graced with murky shades of innocence where a young man had written ‘I love you’ into a heartfelt arrowed heart The frame of recollection held the pane in fading colours like a rainbow on the wane Distressed wood weather beaten yet many layers of green and red and yellow sing the blues of long forgotten journeys Flaking pealing retreating and still appealing to nostalgia and loving longing contemplation What once was stark from mighty strokes brushing over knots where branches twisted have retreated to embrace a new beginning Holes in the door reveal a vessel still with oars one holds a violet rose in innocence and love The seasons have moved the man-made paint towards new adventures where winds of change have waited on the surfaces caressed by storms How much I’m deeply touched by ageing shine only the boat house knows as I speak to it in sandy whispers It answers ‘Please don’t cover up my codes of beauty Do not coat another overlay of glossy lamination Let the elements take over because they know for sure' 05th October 2018