28 December 2012
Yellow red and orange hues,
The sky is formulated with hints of blues,
Made up of swirls the skies,
Drawn to your face and the horror in your eyes,
Clothes of black and face ashen,
A painting of oils on canvas, no pen,
No straight lines other than the deck you stand on,
Which disappears to the left and cuts into the horizon,
Deep shades of blue and a hint of black,
A message on canvas, an oil attack,
Why the horror in your eyes,
Or is that shock or maybe surprise,
The great expressionist Edvard Munch,
Created not one but a whole bunch,
One pastel, one oil the others tempera,
Between 1893 and 1910 not my era,
Yet the message portrayed is so profound,
The painting The Scream yet it makes no sound.
The Scream. • Opuss № I