I want to paint.
I want to paint…
I want to paint –
a magnificent mirror standing tall, on the fine wall of a museum,
an adventurous antelope leaping along the dry grasslands of Africa,
a beaming hot beach, beside sparkling crystal-like water.
I want to paint –
A beautiful bird hovering above a dazzling green tree,
A frolic of musical notes dancing in the dark of night,
A Viking sailing on his ship, over the vast ocean,
A small village overflowing with people,
A perfect lake covered in wonderful wildlife and fancy flowers.
I want to paint a silent silky sea, drifting slowly along the shore.
I want to paint the sunshine, glowing and glittering over the shadows.
I want to paint the sound of laughter echoing throughout a dark cold room.
I want to paint a big batch of fireworks, exploding like butterflies fluttering in the glowing sunshine.
I want to paint the tower of London, standing exceptionally as history sweeps by.
I want to paint the memory of doing all this painting.
Hi Heidi! Ilove your alliteration and descriptions. I wonder what inspired you to write about a miror? Next time how about naming local places? Lizzie