In an Artist’s Garden
She had a little paint brush
She dipped it in some blue
Then put it to the canvas
And a sky came into view.
She swished it out
And dipped again
This time in crimson red
And drew a figure crookedly
That obviously was dead.
To green, she moved, inspired now
To see what might become.
Why look – the artist mocks the corpse
Each has a verdant thumb.
The brush daubs quickly to and fro
A garden it creates
Of peonies, hollyhocks and such
Oh what a pretty place.
And now the body’s hidden by shrubs
Hydrangea blushing pink
She prays for rain to wash the stain
And cause them bones to sink. LLS
Bloody Words is Canada’s oldest and largest gathering of mystery readers and authors. Founded in 1999, the conference has become the June event for people who enjoy genre conventions. Alas, this year’s event – June 6 to 8 in Toronto – marks the last of its kind. We intend to see it out with due hoopla and a bloody good time!! http://2014.bloodywords.com/