Sable Wings And White Spirit..... Poem by karen sinclair

Escapism is the food of fools
Like me
Generosity spools within shades of infinity
Defining moments
Redefining dreams within an air of dignity
Upon sable wings my white spirit
Is lifted
Cerulean dreams reunite
In trance like state
Oils strewn upon ole plate
My liquin soul dances amongst devils and angels alike
Burnt umber
Golden slumbers lay strewn
Whilst the canvas stares as a diminishing resource
I share mind sauce
Engrossed daffodil and jade
Stand on parade
With the obligatory scarlet spot
To stare out uninvited
Cause confusion
Disillusioned as a lover unrequited
I cuddle a paynes grey
As I dance between heaven and hell
Part a parcel of an painters day...