It's Still Life

Fairy Tale Whimsy

There, the ghost of trees.
Cut like wheat, to fall
on a knee and a prayer.

Like a woman’s summer skirt.

This air is wed to dialogue,
a blur of colour, of copper
and whispering gold.

Like sewing sequins on sails.

And the sky hangs dull
and washed by comparison.
It’s fairy tale whimsy speak.

Digital artwork created using the Midjourney (beta) bot ‘in the style of Klimt’. ©Misky 2022 Shared with #amwriting on Twitter