Painter
An ode to a muse
I painted you in still life,
It’s something that just feels right
The vase you bought on Christmas Day
The fruit basket, by the jar of clay
I showed you off in oil
Depicted your turmoil
The tears and the smiles, on Halloween night
A portrait with soft edges that has some bite
I sketched you out in grayscale
Ink blotted on my pen, fade
My pencil sketched out those shades
Dark and light, in an even trade
I splashed you out on watercolour
On the day you lost your mother
I used bright shades, but maybe they paled
To capture all your nuanced detail
And you’re present in my palette, in red compassion
Some days you’re blue, passive inaction
You’re a yellow canary, filled with compassion
And green at times, with envy and distraction
And sometimes you raise the white flag, it’s okay with me, girl
I love you in purple, you look so regal
Maybe orange to you doesn’t feel alright
But I’m still here, when you think in black and white
I feel you in my brush strokes
I wrote you in my crushed notes
I used a scale to mark out precisely
The features of you, I got to know
You live within my canvas, muse
Art galleries won’t understand us two
A ship in a bottle I cast to sea
You and I, are a rare masterpiece
