Fresh canvas

kitty the naughty poet

Pigmented colours stand in the pallet 

slowly drying in the summer air

as its mixed to form colours a new

ready to create... ready to paint

 

Fresh white canvas laid back on the 

sandy wood of the easels frame

pinned into place

waiting to the picture to be created 

begging for the picture to be painted 

 

Brushes of all sizes sit waiting to be used

bristles that tickle across the clear waters surface 

dipped into the pigmented paint 

before stroking the fresh canvases skin

painting the world within. . . 

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Comments1

  • orchidee

    Good write Katie.



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