Today I ruined your portrait
Re vamped that slab of old pine
With swift fierce brush strokes,
Blotting out the mask of vanity
That so haunted my day lit dreams
Like the shadow of a scream.
I repainted each crack and crevice
That had scored the surface of the slab,
Smearing out each little memory
With brush and palette knife
Until the offences were removed.
But I retained one telling image,
One link with the broken past,
The scar of your snow white face
Scratched deeply into the wood.
Trevor John Karsavin Potter. July 31st. 2012.
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really enjoyed the potent imagery; nice write!
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