'fleurs' by Benedicte Delachanal

The Artist

Are you deaf woman?
the husband snorted
Must I always talk to myself!
he gave up, thwarted.

His wife was drowning
you see, no longer of this world,
submerged into the depths
of watercolour swirls,

enveloped in opulent oil strokes,
iPod touches and gouache,
painting portraiture, landscapes
and blooms with panache,

drowning and spinning
in a sensory vortex,
of smell, touch, and sound and
aroused visual cortex

she was swathed in the petals
of vibrancy and dreams
deep in an underwater garden,
flowing imaginative streams.

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Dedicated to the wonderful Canadian artist Benedicte Delachanel of blog Carnet de Dessins