Portrait

If I can no longer see you
I will paint an empty sky
without the smudge of a bird's wing or cloud
to break the blue
cobalt cool devoid of deep prussian
or bright thalo
I will take up my brush
a turn of the hand that flicks
color craving new meaning
without your perfect chromacity
no browns to match your eye
they are gone, sienna, umber
lost ochre a heartbreak
no flesh pink or scarlet lips
the empty blue ground stares at my eye
a picture plane devoid
I add a thousand drops
of titanium white rain

-By the Corbyhawk herself