When I was a child, I lived in the Philippines with my parents. One day my father came home with painting for my mother. It was a scene of a full moon over the ocean painted on black velvet.
The painting itself was composed of just a few well place strokes of white and brown oil paint giving the impression of a white river flowing from a hovering moon over the ocean, shimmering towards a high abandoned cliff. I loved to look at the picture imagining the sound of the wind and the adventures that took place in that magical dark world perhaps inhabited by pirates or explorers.
Even now though many years have come and gone, I’m still fascinated by the memory of that painting … and I realize that from time to time I try to recreate it.
a glowing river
flowing on the night-time ocean
in a child’s dreams
silent winds blow up the stream
the smell of salt air abounds
© G.s.k. ‘16
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