Erewhon

The artist stops to paint a scene
With colors that she purchased from
A shop that closed six years before,
A place that smelled of spirit gum

And costumes hanging in the back
By landscapes painted for the stage.
And in the now, she thinks about
What happened to that place.

Her painting packed up in her car,
She takes the long way ‘round to where
That shop was open, years ago,
But there’s no newer business there,

Just broken windows, abject signs
Of long neglect and passing age,
And how the dreams we bring to life
Soon leave so little trace.

  Her painting hangs now on my wall,
  The glories of the woodland fall;
  As she to senescence has passed,
  I think about the spell she cast

  About a shop I never saw,
  A time and place I never knew,
  And how it feels in moments true
  To see another’s

  Point of view


“… the noblest arts hold in perfection but a little moment.” — Samuel Butler, “Erewhon”

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4 Thoughts to “Erewhon

  1. Such imagery. Was this inspired by real life? You make me want to write poetry again. Haven’t done that in a long while.

    1. It is a true story, although that’s not her real painting, because I have been unable to photograph it satisfactorily.

      The real painting is a winter scene, but otherwise is the story she told me about painting it.

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