Vincent’s Palette

I wondered what happens under a starry, starry night, but I cannot ask Vincent
because he left this morning for Arles in search of irises.
Sadly, he did not find them, he found Blossoming Almond trees instead,
shocked by a sudden snowfall.
He cut off a crooked branch, placed it in a glass of water.
Looking for his palette knife, he dabs yellow-white blossoms, he sighs.
A stroke of red traces out a curious mood.

(A poem for Bella)
© 2020 ann ivy male

2 Comments

  1. Well, to be honest – I never did really wonder but I always love a great answer (true or not but I assume this one is true) and a tidbit of trivia information just because. Thank you!!!

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