April 15, 2009

Jyoti’s Painting

          Decorated in willow leaves

And painted in watery moonlight

          That ran down her slender arms

          Trickling trippingly off her fingertips

She held a child in her arms.

          Nestled in her breast-

          Grouse hidden in heather.

Hidden from the disjointed etches

The lonely artist has made of this life

       The scratches that carve out

       The crown and the cross.

But mother and son are born from

A different imagination.


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