Her mother was acute
Knew just what to do
Dark, lonely walls
Held on quivering knees
The daughter paints
Silver water is her eye
Each stroke of the brush
Brandished a new life
The man shriveled
Beside his riches
Suited, tied and smiled
He was always nice
The daughter paints
Jutted jaw, pointed cheek
The world’s a scary place,
Mother said.
The walls heaved
Spilt paint
Life haunted
But never joined her
The daughter painted
Til he stood before her
Join me in life,
He said.
Where have I become?
Crawling with pictures
So she climbed out
As death followed her
The world’s a scary place,
And Mother lost what she kept.
