An attempt at blank verse gone horribly, horribly wrong. o_O.

Upon the canvas, he paints a vision
Weathered hands that expertly maneuver
With
gentle
strokes
that
boldly
meander
Long lines that dip and bend in unison
Splashes of color kiss the ebony
As
soft
curves
caress
the
tip
of
the
brush
A painted lady unfurling her wings
Her honeyed lips in a delicate pout
Sensuously
bleeding
into
fruition

Welcome to Authspot, the spot for creative writing.
Read some stories and poems, and be sure to subscribe to our feed!