Masterpiece of Melancholia
The clouds are a dark and brooding
heart, singing their woeful songs
of heartbreak and loss.
As the tide gathers
her fanning skirts and retreats back
to the solace of a sleeping night, she leaves
in her wake a vessel.
It whistles and creaks as wind
dances around the mast, sails long ago taken
by the frothing waves of the sea.
My favorite of your brushes, weeping
magic upon the canvas--
A masterpiece of melancholia.
~The first time I saw the finished work was
at the annual Fine Arts Gala. It did not win an
award, but It was voted
I knew that night it would belong to me.