Fidelity writes with ease beneath your picture
now that love is liquid and rusty chains flake
the colours of love I have for you in a confetti of rain.
Pollen dust hits the water where there is no soil,
swirling my Diwali firecracker in a festival of colour
to canvas, and then to the sky.
This is for a Holi day missed, a day Spring tested Diwali light.
I throw powder at a whiteness, and paint
my feelings. No one can censor this.
2 comments:
FABULOUS, Nicky!
thank you Susan - its old, edited a bit - ooo! i fancy a bit of painting today now - happy new year to you and your family xxx
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