The PainterA Poem by Alice Crypt; BrittanyFor a long time i've been wanting to try to write a poem in Shakespearean dialogue just because I love how you can put such deep meaning in such beautiful words. Here it is.Hands so sweet may lay thy fingers on a picture Color o’ gray that fade while whispers lay ‘cause bland lie the shade that paints it yellow Red, green, blue, lie in shallow waters Thy doth write in black, words not hollow White be best of boards to travel asunder Woe is thou who laughs the last For color dost his mouth open, alas! While thy hand rest white on thy black’st right Thee who paints words know how words doth curl Ye, thee may be a fellow So asunder in Leonardo’s hand, avouched hither and thither Fie! Others lay it affray, O’er an empty glass dost thy hands pass Thee with art doth know how thy hand be cast Color may lie true But thy black’st word still form more hollow © 2012 Alice Crypt; BrittanyAuthor's Note
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4 Reviews Added on October 26, 2012 Last Updated on October 26, 2012 Tags: Shakespeare, shakespearean, color, black, white, painter, painting, writing, poem AuthorAlice Crypt; BrittanyStaten Island, NYAboutHi, my name is Alice Crypt: AKA, Brittany. I'm a huge gaming freak, I love steampunk, horror (especially vampire and werewolves (Underworld, Dracula, etc) (Not Twilight, didn't want to have to go ther.. more..Writing
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