poetry by j matthew waters

figure painting

i could see you
out of the corner of my eye
my angel
wrapped in her own
feathery blanket

uninspired for over an hour
i picked up my brush
and hurriedly
lashed out at the paper tacked
to the easel
scratching our plumes
creating locks like thin-haired pasta
eyes ocean blue
half-open and watery
lips closed and
relaxed like a worn-out child

she did not move
and did not make a sound
while everyone else
looked the other way

i picked up my things
and waved goodbye
told everyone i’d see them
again next week
my tired little friend

february two thousand sixteen
copyright j matthew waters
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5 thoughts on “figure painting

  1. Heartafire on said:

    Incredibly beautiful!

  2. I love the thought of such a tired little friend

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