Tuesday, January 8, 2019

Poem written when waiting for my painting of "The Oak"

The painting
By Jen Hunt

By the time the painting comes
I had put on layaway
The painting I had so much fun saving for
selling for
hawking for
releasing for
by the time the painting comes
the painting of the tree looking from the roots up
that I was so sad when I thought it had burned in the fire
with all the other paintings my friend had done
(but it, being elsewhere, had been spared)
when the painting comes  
and it’s coming sooner than I ever thought it would
when the painting comes
I don’t know if I will have a space to hang it 
because my house is now so deliciously 
empty and free*

*I will definitely have a place for it! The poem was just my reflection on the good things that came from saving up for it. 

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