Painting the sky
Inner and outer skyscapes
By Matthew EdgeworthPublished 3 years ago • 1 min read
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Photo by M.T ElGassier on Unsplash
I tried to paint the color of my mood,
Looking inward at first, seeing nothing,
Then outward at the mirror of the sky:
It was gray – gray as the lead of a pencil.
I brushed a dull wash across the canvas.
From that gray wash the storm-ships came,
Buffeted by booming waves, unleashing
Lightning bolts from thunderous cannons,
Electric streaks of white lit up a sea
Of ultramarine blue and burnt sienna
I thought that I was the one who was painting.
But something intervened. The weather turned.
A light breeze brushed the storm clouds out to sea.
The sun mixed bright colors in the palette.
Rainbow paints the sky for me.
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