“Holocaust of Fire” by Julia M. Schoennagel. Acyrclic, 14×12, Fire Series July 2017.
BRING ME YOUR PAINTS
H. W. Bryce
Bring me your paints
Bring me your brushes
A painter I ain’t
So bring me your touches
Set me on fire, let me imagine
Burn hot my will
Give life to my soul
In the colours on your canvas
Give me life in a bowl
That is the goal
There goes the horizon
There goes much life
Hear the flames crackle
Watch the trees burst
See the flames licking
Hungrily so
Quickly now bring
Your paint brushes
And canvas
Paint hungry flames
As they devour the landscape
The roar of those flames
Are deafening, snapping
The ash to be left
Will be indigestible
Paint the flames out
Paint my soul in
Bring me your paint brushes
Bring me your art easel
BRING ME YOUR PAINTS
***H. W. Bryce***
Bring me your paints, bring me your brushes,
Light me that fire to live in my soul,
Bring me the courage, give me the rushes
That burn me up and remake me as whole.
Splatter my life on your bare paint palette,
Mix all those colours without any varnish,
Paint me those many colours into a new jacket,
Paint me a new landscape without any tarnish.
From the destruction by fires from hell,
Paint me new life from out of the ashes,
Paint me a dance to the ring of the bell,
Paint me escaped as watery splashes.
Let my old self be consumed by the flames
Let me let go of the old profane games.
