painting a face

it starts as it always does
with a moment of hesitation

bead of vermilion on tip
hovering like a predator above
unsuspecting gesso

then the strike
scarlet on white
sure stroke spreading to curve
haemorrhage encouraged

pause

another pearl curling right
and at the edges a fastidious touch
fattening lips with promise

hard bristle angled
traces brows and eyes
sweeps in one direction
resolute as skate on ice
an oval of face

and solid lines run south
to encompass a nose
north of the clotting mouth

6 thoughts on “painting a face

  1. Yes! The thrill of sweeping across a canvas smoothed with gesso and awaiting the artist brush to create the perfect ovoid profile replete with long lashes and suggestive lips. An artist lives for the pleasures in his brush and the waft of leaded oils, pure ambrosia to the psyche. This poem is a refreshing piece of pure artwork in itself.

  2. This is the way life paints a face until:

    … solid lines run south
    to encompass a nose
    north of the clotting mouth

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