A free flick of cunning hand
Cuts out the fullness of her heart
Each colour shows a crazy strand
Her every leap in the dark is art
The theme and texture flow forever
Her soulwater is a satyr’s spring
Her view of life is soft and clever
Each child of her hand is a graceful thing
She lives her art in gown and gait
A bold and elegant way of mind
The gallery glows in her beauteous bait
The artist is a wondrous kind.
[From the collection 'Mindfall']
Is Mindfall available for public consumption?
ReplyDeleteMaybe, Que. Not sure how I will 'publicise' it though. I do not want to put my entire manuscript 'out there'.
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