Watercolour
When you're painting with water, a novice, letting it run
blend and blur, taking a chance
(risk of sludge, puddled pool)
but sometimes emerging soft-focus as a rainbow
as a sky rippled, dappled, end of day
preparing for sunset
an image that will crow and so
my hen.
She's speckled, multi-coloured, blues and reds with burnt sienna
those feet, prehistoric, pink and yellow
feathers in layers fluffed
head up, chest out, puffed
and her beady jet-black eye.
January 30th 2020 Hounoux
The love you have for your hen comes through and how clever your poem seems to emerge and delight as presumably your hen did. X
ReplyDeleteYes exactly Jude, I've not hitherto had much success with watercolours, which I find very tricky. I was pleasantly surprised when she emerged looking relatively chipper!
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