Picture Frame – Wednesday 23rd October 1996

Picture Frame

she shivered in the frame
she slipped and smudged the paper
but i could not read her name
she hung around like junk
but she was all go
never junk, more art deco
she was a picture
that cost both of us too much
she was young
and strange to the touch
our canvas was painted
but our perspectives never met
so our colours became tainted
and we slipped the net
pictures on the wall
have to reflect my moods
she shivered and became small
and began to brood
i became destructive and cruel
and the picture began to drain
the gilded gold peeled from the frame
and i lost it forever
a picture never to be seen again



More poems at
https://theboybehindtheglasses.com



James Garratt – Wednesday 23rd October 1996

I am a 40 something sometime writer. I live in the South West of the UK but originally I am from Essex.

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