Entering the portico
I am greeted with buzzing bees
a chorus written on my behalf
sung by the local cheep choir
once tended, the garden is alive with color
the old oak door opens to a living gallery
each painting familiar
smiling eyes look at me
flowers beckon for my approval
the easel creaks a “welcome home”
paints squeezed out on the palette
dance with joy at my perusal
burgundy, ochre, midnight blue cartwheel
It is a lively place this world of art
I know each piece by name
they know my voice, my laugh, my sigh
we understand each other
when I am gone
this is where I long to be

The prompt at the DP Daily challenge is Living Art. The world of art has been my companion since birth. It is always warm and alive and as part of me as I am it. (The painting…
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