The Empty Space Left Behind Poem by Anita Atina

She had found something special
Treasure or curse, she couldn’t tell, as yet

This magical canvas pulsed with a life of its own,
Vibrant colours adorned thick edges, hiding layered emotion

She was hypnotised by colours whirling,
Churning and blending in a mad medley, near the centre

Forming a bright halo, speckled with dark gliding shadows
Before tumbling and spinning again

At the very centre, white space poised still
Its hushed presence a surprise, amidst the coloured hustle

Was this the empty space, she'd left behind?
Or was it a door to the future, which beckoned

Drawing her in, with mystery unknown
Tempting her to paint desires

To dream of colours that would
Transform emptiness, into a future bold

This empty space was magical, she knew
For as soon as her brush strokes rested

The colours would stay awhile,
Before tip-toeing away

To join that mad medley of
Colours whirling, churning and blending

To create a moving chiaroscuro,
That was her life