brushstrokes sweeping over maps
half folded on the untidy table,
pages merge on the silvered canvas,
boundaries slide,
roads are unfurling,
mountain and valley liquid now,
towns flow and swish,
a new landscape shimmers,
and its happening outside too.
Hi -- just wanted to let you know how much I enjoyed your essay on Lady with an Ermine. Beautiful piece, a pleasure to read!
ReplyDeleteThank you Kirsten - but I am Francesca Kay the poet, not Francesca Kay the novelist! I hope you enjoy my blog however, even though I am a different Francesca Kay to the one you were expecting!
ReplyDeleteOh wow, now how many times has that happened to you? :-) I do enjoy the poetry! And I shared your blog with some of my facebook friends as well :-)
ReplyDeleteI am so glad you enjoy my poems - thank you! I rather like the idea of a Francesca Kay who writes prose, and another Francesca Kay who writes poetry. I live in hope of finding an artist, and perhaps a musician as well - wouldn't that be great:-)
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