Paintings hang on our old cottage walls, though they are more than just art to me.
Many a time have I sat, just envisaging myself, in the world those pictures breathe.
I conjure up little helpers in my dreams at night, who help me to explore the wonder, we set out on our plight.
Alternate realities secretly hidden in our minds, that none of our parents will ever find!
The scene is filled with deep reds and oranges and a one very peculiar blackened building; Feeling the hot air on my skin, bare feet on the warm soil, we set off in mists of exploring.
Exploring the horizon, to find we are not alone, and that deep inside this painting are many creature’s homes.
We talked and danced all night with the Menasoga tribe, who live in the desert, and with their wings they can fly;
They fly to another picture hung up across the room, to a beautiful tranquil frame of greys and blues.
Blues so magnificent, their colour as inviting as the most exquisite lagoon; Then William spots a boat thats been abandoned, maybe by pirates, or a well educated batch of baboons!
We set up camp on the shoreline, we dip our feet in the water, the colours so bright.
But until now, I never knew that painting only had one time, so we slept on the sand beneath the sunlight.
After days of searching this remarkable frame, we hungered to see the night stars again.
From out of the frame of which we’d jumped, we fell onto the carpet with an almighty thump!
William’s socks were on my feet, and little Mary’s bangles were scattered endlessly. Jonathon was covered from head to toe in paint, and all of our hair was backcombed in such a ridiculous state.
We clambered onto the window seat and looked up at the sky, to see a shooting star, we quickly closed our eyes!
“Make a wish!” Mary squealed.
And before we new it, we were asleep in our beds.
Resting our tired weary heads.
These paintings hung up on our old cottage walls, are much more than just art to me;
When I grow up, I want to be a painter and from within those paintings I’ll breathe.
© Jasmin Elizabeth 2018