The canvas lies cracked in the corner
Dust on the brush
time
A still life painted in blue
The dirty light bulb flickers
The match stick men are sleeping
Colour
Fading like a memory in the sun
Portraits in slow motion
Rose tinted glass and egg shell frames
Gone
I am leaving
Rosa Mayfair
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/art-room-b24/
