Painting Of Her New Face

Painting Of Her New Face
© Surazeus
2025 05 12

When she takes the old painting off the wall 
she hears wordless whispers it leaves behind, 
so she waits till the glass telephone rings 
then fills it with the silence of her hope, 
but when she draws map to her secret heart 
time morphs her to the painting on the wall. 

Her grandfather clock with glass mask of god 
sprouts into the leafless tree by the lake 
on the windless desert of shattered mirrors 
where each shard of dishonesty reflects 
different forgotten childhood scene of faith, 
so she plucks the midnight apple of loss. 

She climbs the staircase made of human hands, 
ascending with calm grace of dancing cows 
to the jellyfish-shaped clouds which pulsate 
with slow ticking of invisible clocks 
to replace each painting she throws away 
with another painting of her new face. 

Swimming to the library of true love, 
she reads books with fins that open themselves 
and whisper all their contents in reverse 
while goldfish with human eyes of rainbows 
swim between the shelves of singing skulls 
who paint new paintings for her empty walls. 

Knowing she loves her paintings of sad ghosts, 
the blindfolded Moon Girl with scarlet eggs 
walks the tightrope strung between crumbling towers 
constructed from albums of photographs, 
and spills silver sand from her paper hand 
that transform into butterflies midair. 

While she floats singing in river of flowers, 
her canvas paints ghost of her childhood self 
with brush that sprouts from limb of the plum tree 
in mountain landscape that spills from its frame 
and floods her doorless room with dancing hills, 
so she takes off her mask glued on with tears. 

As painter with brass mirror for her face, 
she stands before blank canvas of regret 
that reflects not what she paints with old words 
but what she now refuses to remember 
about crows flying through electric storms 
to dwell in pulsing hearts of broken clocks. 

Floating wingless in Museum of Dreams, 
she glides through doors of paintings that expand 
into other worlds spinning inside her brain, 
each globe another version of the viewer 
who observes their face from inside the painting, 
endlessly looping back into her home.