#1449 - burnt sienna on scallywag

1449

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burnt sienna on scallywag

 

let the day in

 

and sepia too

heavy lifting

 

lenticular heavens

 

thank the rain at last for heaven

cupped hands of green

 

make a self encyclopaedic

 

I like to let some things show through pale

it’s always the past

 

the otherwise and else

 

let day fall apart

in favour of time

 

you have to see into a world

 

meanwhile

the bombardment continues

evacuations

fire sweeps

waters rise

 

perhaps a little aid gets in

 

prime over and over until

 

mud over canvas board

 

every border is a struggle

every line a flight

 

there are those who won’t believe the world turns

 

scrape back

smudge over

let a line take

 

has anyone known this colour before?

 

of course it has to be wished

everything does

 

I’ll live, while I may, my own midst

where all of this is true

 

it’s not an unseen hand moves mine

it’s the curses of the buried tribes

it’s the blessings by which we survive

 

I’m making this up as I go