AP 5 Second View

Running through your Mind

Hear the scream of visual silence

You could strip me of everything I know
but the colours of imagination
running through my mind
can never be torn away.

This painted poetry textures memory

You could teach me every perfect detail
reveal arts most intimate secrets
but my fears would try
to kill everything off.

There’s a ghost of myself in me

Treading the grounds of my home
everyone’s out to get me
but over this painted bridge
I am safe, in silence, in texture, in spirit.


- after the above painting by Anna Pimakhova