The Picture

Another poem in my Dorian Gray series, submitted for Susan’s Midweek Motif at Poets United – sunset.

The Picture
The thin handsome young man stood in his garden
watching it bleed onto the smooth snow.
It was cold but inside the glass conservatory
attached to his home,
roses bloomed – red, orange, yellow, deep pink
echoing the colors of the setting sun.
He breathed vapor in and out,
like a golden dragon
not seeming to feel the cold.
He stood until the last vestige of color
leached from the sky.
In the darkness he stood and finally felt the cold.
He went inside and poured himself a sherry
and quietly walked to the secret chamber.
He looked at the hideous portrait
hidden from view of all except himself.
“Sunset old chap” he murmured.
“It is sunset for you.”
Dorian Gray gave a grim laugh.
“But it is always sunrise for me.”
He lifted the sherry to his lips and drank.

21 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Sherry Marr
    Sep 12, 2018 @ 14:23:30

    Oh this is a clever tale. I so enjoyed it.


  2. Susan
    Sep 12, 2018 @ 15:59:27

    Haha! This works so well for me! I picture all of the colors (outside and in), the draining of them and then the changes in the hidden painting. Dorian is quite evil here. I love it.

    Yet, I just read your answer to Sherry above. Consider taking up the challenge and writing a new poem. As always in the midweek motif, we rely on the poet’s word that the posted poem is a new creation.


    • kanzensakura
      Sep 12, 2018 @ 17:03:29

      I did some reworking on the poem.

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    • kanzensakura
      Sep 12, 2018 @ 19:02:38

      These poems are new. Thave not been printed or seen by the public on any website. I re-worked this one a bit. I have frequently read where posters will say they wrote this poem such and such years ago and are posting it now. However, if you feel it does not meet the criteria of new, then please feel free to delete it.

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      • coalblack
        Sep 12, 2018 @ 20:27:12

        Oh dear, this is awful. I think the only way to set this to rights is to bear Terry Jacks’s devil baby and demand that it write a poem about sunset the minute it rockets down the chute. Offer it a reward of gluten-free papier mache granola bars and two tickets to Horsehair, California where it can meditate in an ashram unti, it’s time to walk up and down the earth seeking the ruin of souls. Good luck, dear! Remember: never trifle with silly details like content or message; new new new, that’s what we want!


  3. Sarah Russell
    Sep 12, 2018 @ 16:00:03

    Love this conversation with Dorian. The tie-in to sunset is wonderful.


  4. anmol(alias HA)
    Sep 12, 2018 @ 17:59:32

    Ooh, Dorian always is mesmerizing in his varied character-sketches.
    I love how you inculcated sunset here in this theme. Quite an enjoyable verse.


  5. coalblack
    Sep 12, 2018 @ 20:11:43

    I love the golden dragon part especially. I love all your Dorian Gray poems; they put the reader right there, it all seems so real that you find yourself believing in him. I think this one is my favorite.


  6. Sumana Roy
    Sep 13, 2018 @ 00:18:59

    I simply Love this layered sunset poem.


  7. thotpurge
    Sep 13, 2018 @ 00:36:13

    So interesting..this take on Dorian Grey… enjoyed it!


  8. annell4
    Sep 13, 2018 @ 09:54:52

    A quiet tale, about Dorian Grey. xoxo


  9. purplepeninportland
    Sep 13, 2018 @ 19:59:45

    Such a great idea – these insights into Dorian Grey.
    I love, “He stood until the last vestige of color
    leached from the sky.”


  10. mhmp77
    Sep 13, 2018 @ 20:09:12


    “But it is always sunrise for me.”
    He lifted the sherry to his lips and drank.

    A normal reaction for those who think young! They never disappoint themselves. Right on Toni!



  11. kim881
    Sep 14, 2018 @ 14:15:18



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