Poetry

Absence

By 4th October 2007December 9th, 2019No Comments

The paint swept across the easel
Frenetic, wild, and out of control
Imagining a canvas there……….
There being none;
Its tears fell to the floor
Pooling into a cascade of colour
On the cold, stone tiles
Of the deserted artists studio

Jan Hedger

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