[Poem Type- Ekphrastik]
Flowers gushing from the open crannies in the chipped bricks, petals curling around the egdes of the well and tiptoeing near the arched alcove, kissing it with its silky lips. O, Eugène, as you swirled the fine tips of your paintbrush and created a hidden garden on the white easel, did you let your violet consciousness, fraying at the edges, concentrate on to the paper as tangy wisterias. Was your zealot-like passion for Mother Nature's raw gifts bursting at the seams, manifesting as Iris's natural yellow-speckled robes that sang like wind-chimes as the air waltzed between its fragile body. As the death of these blushing cherries came closer, were you hoping to use your oils to immortalize the fleeting beauty of these flowers(and therefore yourself) before they danced into deaths arms,
The pure doves with their white plumage that contains tiny pouches of heavens glory radiating from its feathers. They spiral down from paradise with a legato glossolalia, fitting their plump bodies into the gnarly crevices of the twisting tree branches like a tout naturel puzzle. As nesting seasons fingers skirt around the corners of spring, doves bonded till the end of the age work in tandem, beaks picking up twigs that were mercifully rained upon them, slipping through the spaces in the voluminous flowers like water through a colander, Monsieur Eugène, why did you position that innocent dove towards the ancient well, who's brown path leads to a pocket dimension that is overrun with flowers that are bursting with water at the veins
Sunlight burns the flaws of this Eden-like garden, charring them and leaving this place sinless; to the flowers that grow like moss on the bottom to the flowers that sprout like bushy hair on top, Eugène if I may ask, why did you create those steps outside of this utopia? Did you hope to one day leave your bubble with overgrown plants, vines, and twigs to venture out into the inhabited world, you misanthrope? Or did it lead to another nature palace, where the wind's wispy fingers cradled your face and the world collapsed around you, leaving just the garden and you for all eternity