Coloured Lines
Note: This was written for a friend's art exhibition,
talking about how he paints and mentioning all the titles of his work (performed on 5th June, 2017).
Some say it also documents a break-up, but I can't see it myself.
Like the bold stroke of a brush, I blushed
You were strong, a solid line
I longed to be in your afternoon shadow
Because it meant you were close to mine.
Our world was bright and busy
Like a Marrakech market's crowds
There were no silver linings, because
There weren't any clouds.
The staircase to you held no fears
It was solid at the start
But it crumbled in two, and I do like blue
But I didn't mean in my heart.
I'd cope with a utopia
Imposing as it seems
But you need the haze of cloudy days
To appreciate dreams.
Upwards I leapt, up stairs in pairs
Bouncing the zig stripes of these hairs
That leaning in, you'd say were cool
Until I sped, to your red wall.
I miss the summer days upon the lake
Red sails were signs
We touched with lips, but now she slips
Between these coloured lines.
talking about how he paints and mentioning all the titles of his work (performed on 5th June, 2017).
Some say it also documents a break-up, but I can't see it myself.
Like the bold stroke of a brush, I blushed
You were strong, a solid line
I longed to be in your afternoon shadow
Because it meant you were close to mine.
Our world was bright and busy
Like a Marrakech market's crowds
There were no silver linings, because
There weren't any clouds.
The staircase to you held no fears
It was solid at the start
But it crumbled in two, and I do like blue
But I didn't mean in my heart.
I'd cope with a utopia
Imposing as it seems
But you need the haze of cloudy days
To appreciate dreams.
Upwards I leapt, up stairs in pairs
Bouncing the zig stripes of these hairs
That leaning in, you'd say were cool
Until I sped, to your red wall.
I miss the summer days upon the lake
Red sails were signs
We touched with lips, but now she slips
Between these coloured lines.
