On Not Being Able To Paint

A blank page 

Of light and airy things 
Fledgling flighty things
Unkempt and disarrayed
Bits and pieces
Cast aside
In idleness displayed.

And then the broadest brush
The incandescent sweep
Of yellow brightness
The tongues of flame
To splash their trumpets
In scarlet unrepentant shame

And then to earth
On spiral wings
Of feathered softness
Softly come to ground 
And rest there
Kissed with 
Fluted breathless sound.

JL July 17 12:23
With reference to a response to Mariion Milner.