Painting Of Her New Face
© Surazeus
2025 05 12

When she takes the old painting off the wall
she hears wordless whispers it leaves behind,
so she waits till the glass telephone rings
then fills it with the silence of her hope,
but when she draws map to her secret heart
time morphs her to the painting on the wall.

Her grandfather clock with glass mask of god
sprouts into the leafless tree by the lake
on the windless desert of shattered mirrors
where each shard of dishonesty reflects
different forgotten childhood scene of faith,
so she plucks the midnight apple of loss.

She climbs the staircase made of human hands,
ascending with calm grace of dancing cows
to the jellyfish-shaped clouds which pulsate
with slow ticking of invisible clocks
to replace each painting she throws away
with another painting of her new face.

Swimming to the library of true love,
she reads books with fins that open themselves
and whisper all their contents in reverse
while goldfish with human eyes of rainbows
swim between the shelves of singing skulls
who paint new paintings for her empty walls.

Knowing she loves her paintings of sad ghosts,
the blindfolded Moon Girl with scarlet eggs
walks the tightrope strung between crumbling towers
constructed from albums of photographs,
and spills silver sand from her paper hand
that transform into butterflies midair.

While she floats singing in river of flowers,
her canvas paints ghost of her childhood self
with brush that sprouts from limb of the plum tree
in mountain landscape that spills from its frame
and floods her doorless room with dancing hills,
so she takes off her mask glued on with tears.

As painter with brass mirror for her face,
she stands before blank canvas of regret
that reflects not what she paints with old words
but what she now refuses to remember
about crows flying through electric storms
to dwell in pulsing hearts of broken clocks.

Floating wingless in Museum of Dreams,
she glides through doors of paintings that expand
into other worlds spinning inside her brain,
each globe another version of the viewer
who observes their face from inside the painting,
endlessly looping back into her home.

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Orpheus finds Ophelia rearranging paintings on the walls of their home by the lake in the valley at the foot of Mount Parnassus.

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