Painted

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.