A canvas Floating In The Lake.
A Canvas Floating In The Lake!
A canvas floating in the lake
face down its frame is shattered
an artist standing by the road
hitchhiking, clothing spattered.
Commissioned to paint a young girl
he captured all her beauty
with gesso, pigments and brush,
his skills beyond mere duty.
But early on the dawning of
his work of art's unveiling,
the little girl was found offshore
her blond hair round her trailing.
she rose and quietly she slipped
to childhood games she played
down to the dock to make believe
that she was on a ship,
then startled by a trout that leaped
up high to catch a fly
she fell into the water then
inhaled it, and she died.
The artist found her first,
it broke his heart, the pain exploded
he didn't have the strength to lead
her folks to where she floated,
and so he took that canvas
that was bright and full of life
and broke it on his knee
and cut the image with a knife.
Then turned and
left with teary eyes
before the family rose
and painted nothing ever since
or so the story goes.
The canvas in the lake sank deep
beneath where she had drowned,
it gazes up through
sun drenched depths
but never will be found.
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