Renaissance Reborn

It was only a murmur that told me to begin 

To begin painting curiosity, stroking waves of creation onto this canvas 

The zephyr that strolled by had nodded in assent 

My empty canvas itched for just a caress of hope from my paintbrush 

I could but oblige. 

As golden rays whispered to the windowsills, 

I brought my brush down onto the hollow white void she was 

For a moment it was all still. 

I saw the pristine marble glistening in her eyes 

I felt her trembling at Luca’s* listless clicking 

I heard her blush when my paintbrush tickled her crimson 

And when my brush left her hand I saw it crystal clear 

It was a reflection. 

An echo, even, of what my eyes had ever beheld 

There were children and there was a feast 

There were tides of ecstasy and swashes of sober glee 

There was the ghost of silent laughter; a shadow of framed bliss

There were smiles and sighs and gossips frolicking about 

It was alive and breathing 

And before it could swallow me whole, 

I grabbed Luca’s one good hand,

And tumbled into daylight. 

*Luca- a popular name during the renaissance; literally meaning ‘bringer of light’.