From Memory - Poem by Ian Bowen
The sloping shoulders of a late sun
shrug in a distorted heat haze
as it adds more coal
to the back burner of a sunset.
Flames of sky invent new colours
as the artist dips his brush
and adds a touch of black
to a bright orange.
Hues become darker now...
as he paints from memory.
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