Delighted, as it were, with time standing still, over the pond in Nottinghill,
Strolling streets of cobbled stone, I espied with my keen eye a rainbow
Woven in a knitted cap, that reached to a top hat, upon the head of an artist
Perched behind her easel, immersed, and all alone. The contrast was succinct,
Detailing one to hang, if it were painted. As if entering a dream, I sauntered
To her, and watched, not wishing to bore. All I could see was her hasty use
Of a brownish hue, a beginning of the paintings subject, the field afar.
Striking up a conversation, I said, I don't mean to disturb, I like your work.
She simply said good. I waited an apropos amount of time and walked on.
The sight was no less surreal upon the review of my backwards glance.
5 + 10, 5 words in 10 lines :) cobbled, good, brownish, hasty, knitted
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