It's Still Life

for PA’s Writers’ Digest PAD, Day 4 Painter’s Name

About Constable

This man wrote letters
to his wife, signed them
with endless love.
That same hand loaded brushes
with darkest weather,
and nature’s trouble,
slashed canvas with angry wind
and grey contempt.
His heart was nature’s fabric.
His hands bodiless as he
folded pigment greens
beyond rushes or reeds.

He was a long winter’s wind.
I ask you, what’s not to love.

 
 
Found Poetry from source: “Flowers In The Attic”
by VC Andrews (pg 16 iBook version).
 

I unlocked the door.
Hello.
I was a music box,
in pink,
in curls,
turned
around and around
to anyone,
anybody.

 
 
©️ Misky 2019