12 July 2014


a flutter of wings, a spatter
upon the canvas, thin strokes
drawing out the image as a
sculptor chips away the
non-essential to reveal the
glories of the human form, glowing
with a light all their own,
despite, in some cases,
sadly truncated limbs, the
beauty borne out of the
rarest minerals and stones
a wonder to the eyes, a
relief from the muddiness
of newsprint

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