Friday, 4 October 2013

The Word-a-day Writing Challenge

Day Eleven: Invisible

There is a beautiful and gentle woman
living in a gallery around the corner
with an old black dog named

Today I stood in the rain and watched
as her ribbons of blue and yellow
spilled over each other
like a waterfall
or love

bold, consuming, and

My breath reached towards the canvas
as if to hold its hand or touch its shoulder
then shyly turned back at the glass
and disappeared into the fog

invisible and forgotten
once more

I envied her version
her story without words—
bright and confident

with Famous
keeping watch by the door
or curled into a corner
patiently painting himself grey.

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