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The only way I know how to paint – with words.

Outside

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White fingers in the green cut lawn,
your small face squinting up against the light.
Your wrist swivels, you squeeze a handful of the shoots
experimentally, and release,
a method of your exploration.

Squeeze and release.
Squeeze, and release.

You peer around through squinted eyes –
you do not know this place.
Expressionless, save for a slight
wrinkle of doubt on your forehead.
You see a shadow, and your eyes
focus on it, searchingly.
Bare feet kick against the grass in excitement.
You squeal
and know this place is safe.

Squeeze, and release.
Squeeze, and release.

You coo up at the face and grin.
You do not know this place,
don’t know what the bright orb is above you
that hurts your eyes,
don’t know what the green blades are
that tickle your cheeks as you kick –
you don’t know this place, but

You know this place is safe.
You know your father’s face.
You grin and kick and clutch at the blades
and know this place is safe.

Starcatcher

Image from Wikimedia.orgShe danced in the sky snatching stars
that fell to the grass by the Way
cradled in Earth’s watery arms
in the absence of light from the day.
She played as the evening deepened
by Heaven’s great river on Earth;
she shone in the dark like a beacon,
igniting the air with her mirth.
Her boundaries were the expanse
of Heaven, but each frantic light
that fled from her presence was clutched in her hands
and kept from the dance of the night.
‘Till she sat by the water, cast open their bands,
and watched as her lights filled the sky.