Talking Pictures

Paint a picture with words alone,
An Old Master of the answerphone.
A composition of rhythm and rhyme
Spread across a canvas of time.

Gossiping portraits tell their tales
Of slanderous pigment, revealing details
In brushstroke asides and colourwash hints
As sitters blush with gasping tints.

Cajoling landscapes draw out spaces,
Reminding us of much-loved places
Which sing the blues of sea and sky
And make us want to laugh or cry.

Shout loud colours and whisper shade,
As perspective echoes slowly fade
From foreground greetings of hello and hi,
To the vanishing point of a far-off goodbye.