I sold a painting once (to my brother).
Keen artist’s eye and single ear.
Strong colours applied with bold strokes,
Painting landscapes of Arles.
Across barren ground my seeds are sown.
The scorching sun beating down.
Will I be here to reap the harvest?
At the whim of the artist.
Every child knows from age of two,
That fields are green and skies are blue.
Great artists’ paintings are sold at huge cost,
Consigned to some attic, I shall be lost.
NiC Roworth – March 22nd, 2000