in our time

we were art

 

bold brushstrokes

on pulled canvas

awaiting paint

and the artist’s practice

 

vermillion, scarlet, and blood-red hues

i was fire and flame

unset embers

to your ocean eye, seafoam

night sky blues

 

and as mixed as the palette did become

acrylic and oil

are not symbiotic mediums

 

brushes grew brittle

and water clouded grey

and the paintings of us began to fade

 

i like to think of us now

in monet

brighter colors and blurrier lines

a prettier picture from a step away

 

see our faults in van gogh

with little detail

and more swirls

 

if our flaws are picasso

it’s all straight cut

 

our pastels never mixed

and pigments never touched

 

we will always be

art of a time

on a dusty top shelf

that’s a favorite of mine

-ammarah siddiqui

 

 

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