Metonymy

                            Metonymy

                  She was a stolen woman
                  But he chose her,
                  Mixed his pigments with her
                  Shadowed brightness.
                  Opalescence,
                  Light condensing on leaves.


                  He captured her image,
                  Dipped his paintbrushes in
                  Rinsed raindrops,
                  Verbascum, bugloss.
                  Made her his own,
                  Birdsong
                  At dusk and
                  Each evening.

                  Water marks paper,
                  Like pain revisited
                  From a safe place.
                  Experience can explain
                  But only poetry translate
                  The perfume of rosa rugosa,
                  Still in the air.