Saturday, September 27, 2008

The Artist

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']


  1. Is Mindfall available for public consumption?

  2. Maybe, Que. Not sure how I will 'publicise' it though. I do not want to put my entire manuscript 'out there'.


After writing your comment, please select the Name/URL box below, and write your name in the box, before submitting your comment.