The Tiger and the Fly

By Silver Spun Sand
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In crumbling garret – hung
lavishly with misery
a fresh canvas offends him
with its blatant candescence
as drums the rain on the window
in dirge-like, largo thrum.
A daubed smudge of anxiety
begins his baleful fresco...
a milk-white dawn, etches
silence over frost-nipped grass
and black willow, hangs
its head – branches heave
with pointillistic tears;
an achromatic, bloodless sun
coldly, looks on – licks
at a fading landscape...
lean, mean...pitiless,
as a sick, starving tiger.
The artist’s palette runs dry –
coheres to a concrete kind
of modernistic art...
by an open fanlight, the colours
harden off – ensnare
an unsuspecting visitor;
a damselfly in frantic thrust
of fury tries to break free
as the canvas sings its own
sweet elegy to a masterpiece.
The picture, priceless,
as the hammer goes down...
His ‘Damsel in Distress’
sells for an undisclosed sum.
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Not surprisingly I think
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Hi Tina, it's amazing what
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I think you've captured an
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new Silver-Spun-Sand Well
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New Silver-Spun-Sand Well
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It's a very nicely told
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Why you are so good at this
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