knots and crosses

the pretty pictures nailed the walls

the hammer hid the wood

quietly they tiptoed the still life aside

the colours merged a gray

the paints dried into froth

and algae mounted aside

make way for the damp

the feet won't slip this time

baroque it all became

and the sweet peas dried up

unexpectedly it all happened

thud thud thud...

the apple pies became a cake

and strolled on the by-lanes

chewed with tongues

hopping on pebbles

gathering the dust along

thud thud thud...

hug hug hung

the tightness it loosened

stole a few kisses

all tied up in knots and crosses...