I was asked to look at this picture and write, in exactly 100 words, what came to mind…it’s written below.
How do you grow?
If earth be left adrift
like rotten wood and
soil be soiled in salt?
Did science foresee
that beauty
could breathe life
by silhouette?
Maybe yet; an Artist
chalking in night
the boldest moon – so bright
that single stars dance
Their chance for the limelight
taken as he brushes –
tapers in shades
of dampening cloud
So loud they cry; look at me
it is I, that shines for you
He keeps concealing
dreaming what secrets
are hidden in leaves
Fury bursts with bright
and he smiles.
His boldest piece; black –
grown without soil
bathed in light
Gin and Tulips 