Folding Screen with Dutch Irises
It was our student days,
When he asked me to paint a folding screen with irises.
He brought Dutch irises to me in Spring.
I drew them individually on good paper
Each pencil stroke sure, true and honest.
A step closer to some rare understanding of the
shape, color, design of each flower
Stem, Petal, Leaves ~ their curves to curls understood.
I had a fine woodworker friend build the four panels
Then stretched the canvas for each one carefully. Primed the canvas.
Set out my paints to work. So very long ago it happened.
Rejected, months of work, when he took one look at the finished panels,
He said: “I don’t like it.” Stood there and wiped away the joy of the work.
Later Linda, my friend, loved it and took it for a small sum.
During a phone call, her husband asked me to take it back.
Their journey on earth was ending though it was unspoken, I knew.
Time utterly obliviates, yet,
The painting is intact.
Kept pristine for all these years in their home,
My past stands before me again beckoning revival.
The flaws apparent to my matured eye.
Sets me contemplating how best to fill the empty space
With more irises
To repair the past mistakes.
Thanks for stopping by my kitchen.
Have a good week wherever you may be.