Beholder
Beholder Poised ‘sides me in irregular arrangement – leg looping around delicate arms – sculptor’s abstraction – dare not be irked. Watch as she works her magik hues unto canvases ‘pon calloused hands. Stare unbroken – drowned in glitter and resin – imbues her quirks ‘pon my medium. Queer feelin’ being the fruit of artistry – Now, I am become where beauty lurks. And with fingers twixt mine invite the rest over. Mothers and nephews and sisters and sons – We call thee, comely. Bring thy loved ones. Journey’s worth the hard knocks travel – For ‘tis a greying world ‘til the Beholder comes.