Away from the world’s clamor and free from the heartbeat of the city, I am finally alone on my roof. It has become my atelier in recent months. A strong smell of ethanol from my shellac comforts me as it is a known fragrance. I reach over to wash out my brushes in the washbasin. I watch with fascination as the colors combine and create a grey cloud with little streaks of blue and green. My artist’s frock now looks just about that same color. I hear the velvet sounds of the country life that we have chosen. I never liked the psychedelic vibes of the city and finally we are away. Suddenly, I am possessed with the desire to vociferate this joy and freedom. I bolt to the balcony and yell to the world, “I am happy!”.
an artist’s dream
© Carol Campbell 2015
The Wordle #89
5. Atelier (
11. Vociferate (
Use at least 10 of the words to create a story or poem (these are hard!)
The words can appear in an alternate form
Use the words in any order that you like.
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