Pictures splash furiously onto each page,
Images shaped with both light and shade,
Memories and thoughts, things she wished she had said,
Emotions and fears that had never been shared.
Some pages were dark, some filled with desire,
Yet others glowed with heaven’s own fire;
Some scenes that exposed the true hearts of men,
Were blotched by tears she had shed over them.
Some pictures were smudged, some faded with time,
Others vivid with colour, rhythm and rhyme.
Some portraits brought pleasure, some caused her pain
That she had hoped she might never feel again.
And the truth looked directly back into her eyes,
Its gaze unashamed, its candour undisguised,
For what she had thought had been fiction’s domain
Was staring at her and speaking her name.
The shock of enlightenment jolted her soul –
Each page revealed truths that had never been told;
Every fiction created as part of her art
Had been drawn from the depths of her world-weary heart.
©2016 Joanne Van Leerdam
The Artist is one of my favourite poems from ‘Leaf’.
I was inspired to write it by my friend Nicky, who is an incredibly gifted
artist. On looking at one of her paintings, I commented that I wished I could do what she did.
She said, “You do. You just do it with words.”
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