Roche Bodin
The Story Behind The Painting
And the gray day suddenly dissolved,
just for a moment,
as the sun shone through
a brief parting in the clouds.
The red roof tiles began to glow,
Bringing warmth to my face,
Reviving long cold recesses in my heart.
A women emerged from a doorway carrying chocolates…
So surreal in a village we had believed was deserted.
She stood next to blazing fall ivies,
Giving off their last and most intense colors,
Not knowing they would soon die,
Having lived but one short season.
He was on the other side of Roche Bodin,
Only returning when the village came alive,
With hunters carrying a slain boar.
I didn't feel the winter coming
Or the betrayal of my heart.
Had I not been filled with fall's glow,
I might have seen his calculated approach to me,
Through the group of bloody gloating men.