~~~ Annart's Challenge ~~~
Well, hello there yourselves!
A few lines to hopefully do justice to the eye-catching artwork from a fine English rose whose Hubberess moniker answers to the name of ' annart '.
The velvet gauntlet has been laid down to which here is my response. I hope that a few hastily constructed words may increase the appreciation of this particular painting and artwork in general, and additionally, to carry the torch for a short while in honour of all that is creative to the glory of the ultimate Creator.
~ Ann's Challenge ~
Her ebon efflorescence resembled a jigsaw piece from the abyss as she pictured behind herself an artiste's uncast silhouette in her mind's eye to witness a future self paint her relief. Hands of bark animated a bristled stroke, carved from the driftwood chattel procured that day when she had walked upon a Burnham sun, which lifted her shadow to tread the surf, whilst gazing in hopeful vista of life beyond the frame.
That sundown, a sapphire mountain balanced ancient burn to retrieve Adonis' armour from steel clouds; dartles that had pierced a million huddled shadows upon a thousand unsure shores had sketched her world in shades of God.
A ring of bright water lapped her toes with rippled calendar; a circlet for every day she had been starved of embrace, racing towards the deep as salted beads dripped destiny across candy cheeks to plop, then sail through the jaws and claws of a liquid banquet to evaporate at heaven's gate.
Time's space lantern beamed wherever she was not, yet sought to discipline her untamed heart with goldenrod arms and wake up the midnight of her soul.
The little girl stooped and reached for a large shell, holding it up to her tiny ear like an almighty telephone receiver and there, on that unwritten eve echoed the voices of bygone saints from the swirls of an unseen tide which spaketh thus:-
" Behold His skies that let it be,
As ye art now so once were we;
What we've become you'll long to see,
Lament thy grief and follow Thee. "
As she held aloft this oceanic treasure towards her other ear she could have sworn in her imagination that she had heard a mysterious Seraphim speaking to a Cherub as audition formed, which sank into her ailing life-blood while a wave of inexplicable calm flooded her soul; and she listened:-
" With death in her tears and Christ in her heart,
L'chaim Red Sea Deity has reached for Annart;
His petrels wert laughing at sun's hat a doffing,
Whilst swallowing her umbrae in apricot coffin. "
The frown from an upside-down clown which had taken her pappa ransom exploded in optimism now as she ran down the beach crying for her daddy. Custard fingers from a yawning sundown stroked her ponytail as it galloped through yore's mistral in surety that tomorrow would shine again through nature's sermon that her spirit needed to feel, then lift her into the heart of the woman that she was destined to become.
Now to all who pass by and gaze upon the day that heaven remembered at Burnham beach, a simple message goes forth:-
" Letteth eyne tread lightly upon this horizon weary traveller, for thy daughter's dreams sleepeth here. " 天地
*** WOULD YOU LIKE TO READ MORE INVENTIVE REPLIES TO ANN'S PAINTING CHALLENGE? THEN FEEL FREE TO IMBIBE THE HEADY DRAUGHTS FROM THESE SUPERB WRITERS WHO ANSWERED HER CALL:- ***