The Garden of the Asylum

by abracadabra   Jul 13, 2017


Van Gogh is in Melbourne
so here I am finding myself
in the garden of the asylum,
treading slowly, treading
quietly down the gravel path,
my skirts brushing the grass
all the way to the white bench
where I sit down and gaze
at the colours above
bursting through the leaves
and there is life and joy and birdsong now
I reach up to touch it
and my hand comes back
wet with paint.

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  • 6 years ago

    by Britt

    Judging comments: This is remarkably beautiful. No other words to describe it but truly a piece of art. I loved the imagery and how it truly came to life, as it did for the point of subject feeling the wet paint. Life is messy and beautiful and when you jump in and touch it, you'll get some on you and experience the most amazing things. So many details packed into such small spaces - reading it multiple times, I get a fresh feel each time. Beautiful.

  • 6 years ago

    by Ahmed

    Bravo

  • 6 years ago

    by silvershoes

    Wonderful imagery. Wonderful poem. Wonderful poet too.

  • 6 years ago

    by Milly Hayward

    Congratulations on a well deserved win x

  • 6 years ago

    by nouriguess

    You have no idea how excited I became when I found you have posted a new poem. You're an artist. Please write more.

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