I thought happiness was
that ball of deep burning orange in
the mauve sky;
Or surely this blinding white
pouring over the fence
with it’s cool fragrant bursts;
The path leading across fields,
I knew it was that particular winning shade
of periwinkle.
But now I am convinced it is yellow.
The even star lit
upon the tree
and what fire
poured out
of those leaves
tearing the sky
into mad shreds
of yellow and ochre;
It dripped
from their edges
and dizzy with love
and longing
I stood underneath
gathering it all to me
greedily;
How my palms burned
and my face.
Overcome, I leaned
on its bark
and felt it tremble
or maybe it was me.
I was beyond the point
of knowing.
Flowers, red and yellow, sat on the window sill in a blue vase. Only a handful of them left from a bunch, a token of appreciation, of gratitude. A sunburst of colour on a cloudy day. Sometimes, the simplest of things can have the power to uplift one’s soul.
If I could lift that corner of sunlight
that slants
that cuts a dashing swath of burnt yellow across the room,
I would swirl it around without a care
and toss it
across my shoulders and breathe in its warmth,
its musty breath redolent with time without end.
I would huddle in its glorious arms,
sinews melting,
and dream of fields under a sumer sky.
This painting is a donation to help raise funds for Artz: Artists for Alzheimer’s. You can read more about this wonderful program here.
It’s a Meet me at the Mardi Gras themed evening replete with music, food, a live band, and of course, beads. It promises to be a fun evening. I hope we raise a lot of funds for this fabulous program!
Rama Ink. 