The canvas presents stark and white

Taut upon the wooden stretchers

The easel holds this promise bright

Awaiting  colours shape and texture

The tension builds as brush in hand

The first stroke bold consequential 

Burnt umber streaks a strong riband 

The scene unfolds in pallet primal

The process begun with conscious hand

Take's on mystical unexpected form

The scene evolves as if by command

Of a phantom’s need to perform