I want to paint…

I want to paint a mystic wolf, howling in the moonlight like a steam engine whooshing  against the wind,

the memory of my trip to Disney Land, all the tasty food hugging my taste-buds,

a yappy terrier frolicking in the saltwater waves,

a kaleidoscope of colours filling the sky; a rainbow,

a scarlet strawberry, tipping on the edge of a plant, waiting to be picked.

I want to paint the warmth of a loving family as they huddle together in fear like church mice,

the wondrous sight of a lamb taking its first steps, a rocking horse,

ducklings swimming like Olympic gold medallists in a shallow pond,

an ice cream van parked on a promenade, enticing tourists to its cool, creamy, mouth-watering goods,

I want to the torture of a medieval battle, swallowing up souls like a blanket of darkness,

the reflection of smiling faces in a mirror-like lake full of slippery fish,

a joyful class at breaktime as they munch on their school bought snack,

the vastness of space and the stars twinkling throughout,

a fluttering butterfly, fluttering past a field of green grass and fascinating flowers.

I want to paint the distance between now and then…