His tears turned into fairies,his smiles gave color to their wings. He dipped the brush in his pain and etched his soul on the empty walls – leaves of joy , creepers of lonliness, pages of his life – it was all there – even after death.
Prompted @ Thursday Tales , Submitted also to Friday flash55
Good Lord, this is beautiful. My favorite line:
He dipped the brush in his pain and etched his soul on the empty walls
I have a book about Frida Kahlo entitled, “The Brush of Anguish.” Amazing what pain and just plain living can do to spur a writer, an artist, a poet on to create beauty that outlives them.
Thanks so much for this. The image – was that assigned? Amy
Oh, wow! Gorgeous piece!
dang…i like to paint but…kinda like poetry…perhaps a bit of pain brings the inspiration…
‘he etched his soul onto the empty walls’ stunning imagery. A truely great peace.
OMG!!!
This was powerful and captivating!
I loved this post.
Most excellent 55 My Friend.
Thanks for playing, and have a Kick Ass Week-End…G
Deep thoughts etched onto the pages just as his soul was etched on the empty walls… Very nice write.
very well expressed ..
So beautiful….u made something so different from this image …i love each write and salute ur imagination ๐
What a beautiful Flash 55 and use of the artwork. Lovely tale!
Completely different angle to the whole picture ๐
loved the word play..
thank you !!