Painting, in an Old Kitchen, Thinking of the Sea | Bree Devones Hsieh | The Piltdown Review

Painting, in an Old Kitchen, Thinking of the Sea

Painting, in an Old Kitchen, Thinking of the Sea

You stand beside the window

as I catch a simple scene:

Payne’s gray countertop,

a bit of teal to wash the walls,

hot pink oil to fry the shrimp,

palette knife for collard greens.

Heavy scent of gravy roux.

The cool brown eye stare,

stack of papers piled there,

angels on a paper-clip do a quick

heart-dip: world’s viscous ink

spilled straight through gut sink,

colors swirling down the drain

after painting the scene over again.

Currents daub a curl of water

to drink in cool night-mist

set behind day’s blazing matter,

moonlight brushstroke path

for anyone without a torch.

Cliff stone face doesn’t move

but yours is charcoal warmth.

I would take your hands,

I would make them a sturdy easel,

then tip them slowly into my tidepool heart.  

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