Epic Flail!

 

Let me just start

By saying 

There were factors 

Revolving around 

Grief…

And I spent time with it

Even though 

As the time passed

I was not enthused 

Feeling safe 

In the knowledge 

That if this really didn’t 

Hit the spot

I could 

Just paint it over…

And this chandelier wasn’t helping…

And then I remembered 

We had some trim like scraps

In the cellar…

Hmmmm… 

I like … 

But…

What do you think I did next? 

… 

…

…

Next up is performing a bit of resurrection of sorts~

Having found a bucket of word cakes from the ancient times.

And more…

Haff to go for now because digging stirred up enough dust to blind even the healthiest of eyes. 

X~ J aka Painter Le Fay 

P.S.

I’m needing a good paint sesh this week~ look for it on my YouTube channel…

Scraping Down To The Bottom

 

There is no normal frame 

To hang the image

To represent 

This week in my life

Until this fog~

Mighty mist

As it weighs 

Upon~

Lifts…

Cakes decorated with posies of prosies

Written 

Thru swollen windows 

Thrown open 

To vistas

Drawn up from

One dystopian 

Sepia toned

Pen

The collection called “Results”

Is my new nest

And it is being feathered 

With the strings

Connected to 

And not exclusively of

My heart

And the pieces that remain

Within reach

Pinnacle 

Of 

Pestilence 

All efforts 

Lost

On the fringe

Of this battlefield 

Like shoes

Tied together 

Hanging 

On 

The tension 

Of a line

Once said 

In anger 

This week has not been the best

Something is in my ear saying “just wait”…

Send Choc, I think the dementors are on their way…

X-J