I fall into its arms like an old familiar lover
I've missed it so.
A few days away from it and my heart aches to touch it,
to feel it again under my finger tips.
It waits, in silence, slumbering but not asleep.
Waiting, and longing, to be touched again.
And I return, knowing it is calling me.
And I have to heed its call.
To reach out to its heart,
and join mine to it.
I stare at its beauty
and know I am bewitched.
But there is more.
More to add.
More to flow between us.
The magic is still there.
Pulling.
.............. I've worked late into the night on it, this watercolour of the goddess painting. And I'm pleased with the way its flowing. There will be more to add when I next work on it, but sometimes I have to be away from it to get my next piece of inspiration. And that certainly seems to have worked this time - as its created poetry in me too!!!! For the first time ever!
Powerful stuff.
2 comments:
I love that the Calliope has touched you. the poetry flows bot touches other creative sides. it's a gift from inside of you.
I love your poem...i knew right away it was art calling you. it tugs at me too but writing and music are my greatest loves. dancing I escape in and art releases emotion that is trapped in me out.
Take care honey...post poems every Tuesday sweetie. I'll be back to check on you.
later hon.
Spiky - Aw, thankyou, that's a real compliment as you're such an evocative writer. Yes, it was the art calling me, but the first time ever that it's created poetry!
As for every Tuesday, I'll see what I can do for you! :)
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