“You will paint again.”

I place the canvas on the easel that stands near the window where the light shines through. The brushes are grouped like soldiers on guard. I imagine their sense of urgency. Time is passing and they wait, forgotten lovers, yearning for paint to kiss. It is more than creative lust. They will protect and reclaim her soul.

“You will paint once more. There is still time.”

~ Jacqueline’s Solitude

Published by

Anna Watson

~ write like a painter