On a Whim

 

On a whim

one Friday

I decided to paint

the house blue

and yellow stripes

the car black

with white spots

the furniture a

subtle pale pink

my reluctant wife

swirls of green

and the street trees

a striking dull gold

 

I’d just finished

painting the undercoat

on a  patch of sky

when the police arrived

so I decided to paint

them as well

magenta and orange

it wasn’t what they

were keen on

but it was all that

was left in the shed

out the back

Glenn Ewing

• Submitted in response to Poetry Prompt #8