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.