Painting | My Summer Wine by Adrian Borda
You carved into my skin
The promise of a bruise
And I have watched it bloom
Into a sigh.
My body veils in silence
Each indigo – a secret
That longs for your caress
To mellow,
Else to die.
And when the snow falls red
Onto my cheeks displaced
By kisses inked in rain,
I shatter days:
The ones replete of beauty,
Those fashioned into hailstones…
All left for you to salvage.
Your loss
To set ablaze.
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vic briggs 
Beautiful painting , beautiful words.
Thank you. I am glad you found them so and your comment is very much appreciated.
A powerful evocation of love, longing and loss. Beautifully constructed, Vic, and a great painting too – a touch of Klimt here.
When I first came across the painting I made a double take. The composition certainly mirrors Klimt’s The Kiss, if only in close up and with a reversed image. There is a darker undercurrent to the poem as well as a lighter one. I was curious to see which one would resonate most. Thank you, Chris.
Another Vic masterpiece. I’m even gonna give it a Wow!
Thank you so much, Richard. I was afraid I was losing my creative touch. It seems that a little break was all that was needed. I only hope it will stay with me a while.
I don’t think you could lose your creative touch it’s just in you. 🙂
Thank you, Richard. Hope we will have a wonderful and creative week ahead.
I hope so too 🙂
amazing work Vic
Thank you. Truly.
Hi Vic, I’m wondering if your exquisite poem is about domestic violence and the way (ostensibly women) still love and forgive their abusers. (after my first reading I thought it was about tattoos!) 😉
Dear Lee-Anne, you are quite right about the intended subject matter, although of course a reader will make the poem their own (so perhaps it is about tattoos! 😉 ). For once I wanted to fashion beauty out of something that is very much the opposite of that in every way possible. I wanted too, in so far as this was possible, to capture the mindset of someone who is in a situation like this and for whom things do not appear as black and white as it might to an objective observer. Thank you, Lee-Anne, for giving me the opportunity to explain.
It is such an incredibly beautiful and poignant poem, Vic – so sensitively crafted. It perfectly captures the paradox of loving an abuser.
Thank you, Lee-Anne. I shied away from it at first, afraid that I would not be able to do it justice, but with each verse I drew courage and went on.
Beautiful ❤❤❤
Thank you.