Every canvas is a journey,
Every stroke, an emotion.
Across the pale manila,
She Plies her fantasies,
Resplendent brush strokes
That siphon her deepest desires.
She exhumes her dormant splendor,
And splashes her retinue of pleasures.
Bringing to life!
As the smooth clay swivels between his fingers
He moulds a buxom flowerpot
Lythe at the top
He mirrors the visage of his desire
As carnal thoughts guide his steady hands.
Building from dreams!
On that empty canvas,
She is unbound and unshackled.
What will she draw?
A Spartan virtuoso adept at ecstasy,
Or that circlet of amethyst gems,
Born of a perfect romance.
Maybe she will be Queen
Ruling an Amazon world,
Or a warrior, enslaving evil men
Many choices, none of them wrong!
Across his perfect vase,
He can lust without guilt,
He can etch his own designs.
What need will he portray?
What bliss will he share?
The perfect lips he’s always craved,
Or floral patterns, deemed unmanly.
Will he let his emotions reign,
Against this stereotype world!
I’ve always thought that poetry and writing have but a taste of the freedoms art bestows,
That art casts a spell transcending all differences.
That it captivates all, in unique and personal ways.
And empowers the release of festering emotions and inhibitions,
I envy the artist,
And I find myself, more often than not, bewitched by art!
For Eugi’s weekly prompt – Bewitched.
Hope you enjoy this.
Stay safe, and stay loving.
Look out for tomorrow’s “Cooking and Poetry” post, for a surprise Halloween treat.