Saturday 7 April 2018

Starry Night Part I & II

Van Gogh swirls 
His brush  just right  
He makes the heavens  
Come to life  
The moon’s a  
Mesmerizing sight; 
Some homes are lit  
With candlelight  
The chapel bells  
Are mute tonight 
The starry sky 
Sings its own tune  
Dancing 'neath 
The painted moon  
---
Through the bars  
Of his asylum,  
Vincent viewed  
The starry sky 
Before the dawn,  
In vivid glory, 
Made it vanish  
From his sight  

The mistral wind  
Moaned through the cypress  
Looming on  
The inventive scene  
What voices spoke 
To him with venom, 
Said, "paint a bullet  
With carmine sheen"?                   

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