How to Remember
What is a painting but the logic of colour,
the architecture of shape and line?
Yet we believe in its existence—
the brightness of lavender
and the beautiful purple shadow.
The moonlit figure dissolving
into background. The cat buried
in darkness and the pale bowl of milk.
A hand yearning toward tenderness.
I am very weak when my subject
is in front of me, wrote Bonnard.
One does not always sing out of happiness.
Outside the closed windows
cold light strikes the balcony.
The indigo sky shivers.
Todd Campbell is a speechwriter, poet, and mosaic artist. A former journalist, he lives in Seattle.
The Ekphrastic Review
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