Painted
You were covered
with paints
where we never
have met.
Delicious shadowing
and vibrant hue.
So ripe as fruit
remained still life.
Soft brushes
curved
along your
landscaped miniatures.
Untouched
your forbidding walls
are a great museum
on a boxing day.
What historians left
barren statues
I'd brightly spatter
in snarls of color
And tag
your canvas
a priceless work
I can't afford.