By causeway ruffed with reeds

Below stone circle windowed space,

Sifting sights in syllables of touch you taste.

Your one hand to the other grasp

The weathered chair with wondered soul

In sight of sail

Across the inlet water fresh

In take of air

As red against the blue below

Shifts as one with swaying corn

On land that rises to the east,

That swells as to a single figure small

As speck upon a sea of ice,

As mizzenmast in ocean squall I stand,

Fists tight around the hilt,

Listing back against the wrench of wind,

Taut the tendril slices clean the air

As paper cuts the softened skin within

Sun strikes the canvas high

Whilst shadow on the earth dilates,

A pool of weighted soil dark,

The strand of fluid mooring brakes

Crisp upon the ears.

  • Originator :

    Mike de Sousa

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  • Completed :


  • Status :

    Free to enjoy at Public Art World. May not be used for commercial gain. Copyright maintained.

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