I Want to Paint…

I want to paint

a shadow seething with darkness like a void,

a crowd creeping through a creaky corridor,

a lively lemon dancing as the wind blows.


I want to paint

a Ferrari speeding down a motorway as fast as light whilst the engine roars like a lion,

a plain cruising through the skies on the verge of space,

a cold, dark night with the moon suspended in the sky, faintly illuminating the eerie night.


I want to paint the soothing sound of the fire place crackling on a cold, winter night.

I want to paint an immense airport with many people inside and planes taking off.

I want to paint the taste of blue bonbons as sweet as sugar.


I want to paint the end of this poem.

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