Poetry | Katy Miles | Picasso's Blue Period
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Picasso’s Blue Period
By Katy Miles
Who stole the hues of summer
from the scattered paints in your mind?
You once danced in a world of colour
and yet to darkness you’ve resigned.
You try in vain to disguise,
deep sorrows and selfish lies.
A portrayal of the lonely,
a display of the shunned,
painting strangers, only
to screech at the reflection
when it’s at last done.
On a monochromatic canvas
A tortured brush bleeds in blues.
A masterpiece created.
In the coldest of hues.