piano notes poise we careen with eager breath profuse indeed to humble lift the clutched tincture the illumine of her inflection crystals a refraction as aged warmth embraces “What are you baking today?” she asks of us a lingering sentiment clasps of glazed marine oil of cello bow hold “Well, you just have to keep going,” and as the wash brushes over a parting of ways of some distance still hears the voice of the lost playing on as it swings of moderation, of resilience of a community of gin-infused card-dealing blether |
Bio & Link |
Irene Watson is an artist, poet, teacher, mother and is socially isolating at home with her two daughters and many pets. Some days are harder than others. You can see her artwork at http://www.irene-watson.com |