What remains to be seen
He’s painting like a writer writes.
In layers of colour.
Like similes and metaphors.
Transforming meaning with each stroke.
Mixing words into truths.
The colours bleed through.
Another word scratched into place.
Leaving a telltale scar we can trace.
Then a knowing starts to appear before your eyes.
Like words removing their disguise,
A form takes shape,
Demanding to be seen.
But what lies beneath?
Remains to be seen.
Written by DawnHiprose