Turns on the Floor
On this cold
dark rainy night,
they took turns,
between drinks.
Dreams.
Sleep.
Escape.
Not even death
was mentioned.
Being artists,
at least one
with a sharp
dangerous pen,
had to be thinking
of a title.
Bliss?
Murder?
Maybe even suicide
were momentarily
Considered?
From the session I attended a
couple of nights ago at a pub.
9”x 12” ink, oil sanguine and
chalk on tinted paper
Fountain Pen: Platinum Carbon
fine point
Very interesting drawings !!!
ReplyDeleteCould be bliss. Yes, that's the interpretation I'd like to choose. But...another, rather uncomfortable, notion keeps edging in...could it be the double suicide of doomed lovers?
ReplyDeleteWell, whatever the story...these are really beautiful and evocative...:))
A much more interesting story, I agree.
DeleteThank you.