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The Artist's Jug

I am her jug , her brushes rest in me
I hear her sing while mixing paint today
And feel the cold water, wet and icy
I wish she would listen and hear me say

Warm hands grip my handle, my sexy curve
Her nudes often have the very same pose
I wish it was fine wine that I could serve
As she paints the scene her mind has now froze

Instead its poison mixed with flailing brush
Sharp, bitter essence like lime tree’s fruit
When will the artist empty the foul mush
And savour a cool sweetness that I suit

Anger burns my glaze as I sit and seethe
Then with her tender care comes her touch
My bath, lavender scented warmth I breathe
The stench lifts and I know her need is such

Soft muslin cloth wipes away the dark stains
By a new creation I stand with pride
She couldn’t do it alone, hence my pains
Just a jug, its me she keeps by her side.

Author notes

Prompt: ‘I watch you concentrate, with ink and brush’ Mairi bheag

    I plan to revise this poem: please leave constructive criticism!
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Comments

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  • Mairi bheag gold member
    October 12, 2008
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    This is quite impressive. And thank you for looking to "Geisha" for your inspiration.


  • nature mithya
    September 24, 2008

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    Emotional intermix of images

    I really do not know how to paint.
    Our paint teacher taught us to color the eye by putting a tip of color on wet canvas. And the color would spread to blush.

    On a poem to create the blush you have to labor with word formations.

    An excellent attempt to paint emotions of a jug, miss used by a painter.


    • Ceridwens Soul silver member
      September 24, 2008
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      Thank you so much.

      Think I best hide in case the cruelty to jugs people are on the prowl... chuckles.

      I love your description of watercolour/ink eyes too... a blush of colour that's too gorgeous

      Jem


  • albymyheart gold member
    September 23, 2008
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    This is a wonderful poetic poem with dear thoughts from the artist's jug. Your creativity is definately on display here. I do have some suggestions as you have asked in your Author's notes. I will IM them to you instead of putting them here. But I really loved this. Great write...alby


    • Ceridwens Soul silver member
      September 24, 2008
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      OK now I find this what is going on with AP... Always open to advise my friend. I know this one needs work just not sure how tho

  • chiefmac
    September 23, 2008
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    Lovely

    Penned wonderfully, Nice take to bring a painters brush jug in first person. Something inaminate has its way of telling a wonderful event hoping to instill an artist creativity. The dialog is refreshing to invite the reader beside the canvas and encourage with invigoration to the tools of creativity.

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