The Artist

If I try to describe it, I think I would probably spoil it

'The Artist'

Placing his left thumb

Into the small hole and

Mixing yellow ochre

With Parisian green

 

The escaper attempts to paint

His canvas dream

 

For seven nights

His brush caressed her face

An entire month of tired eyes

Could not capture her

 

A whole decade later though

An old easel hugs a dusty canvas still

Did he really lose his mind to her

?

 

 

Author's Note

Picture this......

Reviews

[Lorry]

If you need to ask the question, then I assure you, you are probably as nutty as an explosion in a snickers factory Neville.
But fear not, I have discovered a 100% effective cure that will banish the constant thought of her spoiling your weetabix forever more.... It all goes away instantly on death.
What? Well what did you expect from the guy in the bouncy room two down from your own?
She messed me up so bad man, that I keep thinking Donald Trump is president ffs!
The so called sane can have this world, i'll just go live on a farm in the countryside with all the other neon green invisible penguins. :)

[Neville]

Hey neighbour, you seen any pinkies lately... I gotta get outa here... you got any plans up ya sleeves.. sorry, forgot.. you aint got any sleeves write now... :)

[An owl on the moon]

What a powerfully stunning mix of soul and colors on the canvas. There is something that an artist pours into a painting that is so much more than brush strokes... and it is left there forever. This artist's story sings a melancholy song for us all.

[Neville]

Bless you my friend.. I am truly grateful for the positive and encouraging contribution you have left upon this page...... Cheers.. Neville

[Chris Shaw]

An artist trying to capture his love on canvas can't do it to his own satisfaction. It sounds as though the canvas wasn't completely finished and a decade later it remains on the easel. This reader thinks he certainly could have lost his mind to her. Love does that doesn't it? Great imagery in your words. Good morning Neville.

Chris

[Neville]

An ever so old one this... Thanks Chris and top o the morning to you too.... Neville

[Chris Shaw]

Sun's just peeping through. Sometimes the old ones are best. That's the nice thing about poetry, it doesn't go out of date.

[Neville]

No it dont, it shan't and it won't.. you checked out Robert Herrick yet....

[Chris Shaw]

Nope, give us a chance mate! lol

[Chris Shaw]

Can't believe it's six months since I responded to this poem. The Artist in the poem was surely besotted. Whay say you?

[Neville]

Not sure why I resurrected these words.. sometimes my fingers do their own thing... besotted is a great word but it scares me... :)

[Chris Shaw]

I think the artist Was besotted. Like being in a permanent state of being drunk with love :)

[Neville]

That'l do nicely.. I think, no am sure that's what I wanted to convey... N

[Chris Shaw]

That's what this reader understood. A love hangover. There's a poem there.

[Neville]

................ how utterly perfik...

[Patricia Wedel]

Neville.... Wow... did he really lose
his mind to her?
Now that is really poetry. truly... Pat

[Neville]

Bless you Pat & wow, I am truly delighted that you might think so.... All Good Things, Neville

[Tom]

Her beauty so that he could not replicate it onto his canvas despite his industrious efforts and this drove him insane !

An interesting, creative short write Neville!

[Neville]

Chuffed to bits my old mate and that is to put it mildly. N

[Lyn Anderson]

An eloquent and thoughtful verse on the kind of love poems (and paintings) were created for in the first place.

[Neville]

circa 1975 to be precise -- Ta for these words, N

[Lyn Anderson]

And 4 years later it's just as beautiful

[Neville]

ah.. you dear sweet thing.. I am well and truly chuffed... oh' and that's a compliment over here... Neville