Golden Lining
oil on linen, oregon custom frame, 265x315mm (with frame)
Through
Smoggy haze,
Lapping waves,
Blonde curls
The light shimmers,
A golden lining.
Pillows
Softly substantial,
Growing, yet dissipating.
Tension builds,
A column of vapour
Ready to release.
A thousand tiny drops
Falling
Hard and fast.
Their journeys only interrupted
By golden linings.
Then
A flood.
Rising and sinking,
She swims in the tide
Letting it wash over her
Until she can‘t breathe.
Her body disperses,
Succumbing to
The weightlessness.
She watches from above,
Outlined in gold,
Floating, dreaming.
- Tara Luty 2024