Best Poems Written by Arther Chellingworth

Hung In Antique Shop Its Guilded Frame

Hung in antique shop its gilded  frame, a naked pinned,
Empty canvas, stretched taunt, silent, awaiting pallets daub.    
But no painters hand can fill this space to fill its void,                   
Only ink of the Poets Pen can free this imprisoned scene,            
The brush has but seven colours only, to adorn this guilded  frame       
No wonder Kadinsky’s folded his two blank cards face down.       
But the Poets Pen is not constrained as such, and births                           
Imaginations written line,         
     Where chance will command change, to set it’s future’s Scene.

Achel

Copyright © Arther Chellingworth | Year Posted 2016