Melancholy Glee
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Lavender spike oil filled the room
better smelling than turpentine
The painter, tired, in a mood
How painting day was now the night
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Across the room, with distance to see
That drama of the raging sea
Rough and vast and painterly
But her cat would change it, yes, would he
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Who jumping to chase
Snagged his claw on the drapes
And clanging knocked over
Red buds in a vase
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So frightened he shrieked
And wherein did leap
His bushy tail becoming a brush, he did sweep
Across the wet painting wide and deep
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Oil painter was he
The artist doubled fitfully
Then signed the painting happily:
Melancholy Glee
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~Julie Robinson
A thriller, I wondered how it would end.
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I was trying to add the thrill of scent. Trying to add layers of thought and feeling and… appeal to senses.
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I like it!
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