Friday, 19 March 2010

Lost in music

the spaces opened up
drifted in
like muslin caresses a breeze
at a window open to the night

silences fell on us
like sea mist
dampens the cheekbones

we let her find the way
in the dark
followed her lead
as she carved a swaying path
through the high meadow
that hid us
after we had passed


I'd forgotten how much I love encaustic. It's been a long time since I last made some pieces, but I had fun doing these.