The last time
Genius rose
The final indulgence
Mortality to close
The blood red hue
The arrows steel
Ashen faces
Horror feels.
Its way within
The canvas frame
The fugitive painter
Reflections fame
Was there regret
Or just a voice
Hidden in
The artists choice ?
Saint Ursula
Your breath suprised
Hands to chest
Bewildered eyes
While behind
The painter views
His final work
As if he knew.
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Author:
nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Hopefully my words do it justice he said nervously
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Comments2
A good write N. Ghastly events. As ghastly as waiting for the No.12 bus?! I'm trying a different bus today. lol.
thanks for reading, ive give up going to get a taxi lol
A beautiful poetic tribute to a painting. Very nicely worded it speaks for itself
thanking you always much appreciated
You are most welcome
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