Splatters of Sky

by Storykeeper of Fae

I look up at the sky and maybe come out of myself a little bit.

I am dumbfounded. Not that I’ve said anything in days. But this is different. Now, I can’t speak. There is no choice in the matter.

Words run about my head at lightning’s pace.

Streaks across the sky.

There are streaks, gray lines, smearing down the sky. They look like mascara tracks.

Or a kid’s finger-painting.

I reach out and trace the tracks with my fingers.

What if I could paint the sky? What if it was my responsibility to create the clouds? What if it was by my hand that the sun spewed pink at dawn? What if dusk’s damask was mine?

What if I could make the rain fall, and wash everything clean?

Suddenly, I’m jumping. Moving faster than I have in days. My uninspired stupor is over.

I pick up a canvas, set it on my easel, tie my hair back, and fish around for a brush.

With my palette covered in blues, white, yellows and grays, I attempt to play god.

I splatter sky across the canvas.

Comments

Average Reader Rating: 5.0 stars out of 5

  1. Splatters of Sky

    Ana Cristina's Buddy Icon Ana Cristina

    Posted 2 months ago

    5.0 out of 5 stars

    I absolutely love that last sentence. Beautiful, beautiful imagery here, though one minor correction: where you write “trac the tracks,” did you mean to write “trace the tracks”?
    Other than that it’s perfect. I’d give you ten stars for this if I could!
    LoA

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    THX 0477's Buddy Icon THX 0477

    Posted 2 months ago

    5.0 out of 5 stars

    Other than the one slip into past tense in the first sentence, a really nice, trippy sort of artistic exploration/thought process. Makes me want to paint. And I’m not really good at painting!
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  3. Splatters of Sky

    BMGelinas' Buddy Icon BMGelinas

    Posted about 1 month ago

    5.0 out of 5 stars

    Quite poetic. I agree with Ana C. —fantastic imagery.

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