Painting as False Prophet in Acrylic

                Painting as False Prophet in Acrylic

Modern poetry  modern verse contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem

The image in the bedroom looks out through

The window, artwork gazing out

As if a seer.  It does not see blue

Of sky.  The painting looks out on the drought

Of leaves beneath the ancient oak in front

Of brightness of another tree,

The April cherry pictured.  The affront

Is in the tasteless beauty, nearly glee,

The lurid scene the brushwork captures.  Fresh

The painting looks, though it has been exposed

To suns for years, the years the painter’s flesh

Has been removed from us where he is closed

In death.  His brilliance is gone to ash.

The oak is stared at by his strokes, brash, brash, brash.

by phillipw | Nov 11, 2020 | AR, CH, DE, MO, PA, ST, WE | 0 comments