Pictures are Kissing with Words

Far off, a flying stone’s throw from 

the burrowed hill we stand on,

paint is eating paint

and picture is kissing with words

There are colours in slump and 

glassy glosses turning on eachother,

making new colours: brown and orange

Synecdoche is kissing with a tower

Pink striped with a dull impasto white

is rolling on down the hill

like children in May

A portrait of a grey veiled lady is kissing with with

whilst the words in a tangle of hands and feet

are coated in the soot of dry plastic acrylic

limbs - as limbs - are sifted fluorescent green

And the picture of us slides its hands towards poem

Words and artwork by Molly Clarke, she/her