Thick globules stick to slimy bristles as the brush pulls out the paint
It slides wetly across dull and lifeless wood bringing new hope to old fixings
Newness fills the air with its foreign smell and brightness is cast across the room and senses
Despite the hour, a screwdriver opens another tin as the painter becomes mired in rebirth
Like a veil being lifted the walls, skirtings, ceilings and covings now feel flat and lifeless
Dull becomes duller, pale fades further and dirt stands out like screaming graffiti no-one ever wanted
Each brushstroke brings fulfilling satisfaction, wiping away the past and heralding a bright new future
If you'd like to support my future writing endeavours, you can buy me tea and cake.
Claire Buss is a multi-genre author and poet, completely addicted to cake. Find all her books on Amazon. Join the discussion in her Facebook group Buss's Book Stop.
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