For The Unkown Painter About The Unkown Painting Poem by Not Long Left

A masterpiece of a morbid thought
etched in the darkest of mood.
Stokes of insane reality
fall outside the frame.
A flicker, a moment of controlled calm
a rainbow arched over a blackened field.

The moon was strong that night
so strong, you could lure a little of
its light to lay itself upon the canvas
encouraging it to illuminate
your most tortured times.

In a silent room with polished floor
a thunderous echo beats from the wall
I paid my price of entrance
as you paid yours of exit.


Waltamstow/Barking 18.09.2006