oh that embrace of dark and light
leaves gilt in branches black kiss
blitzing red the ground glamorous
like Klimt's quilted couple amorous
so trope-ic in the temperate zone
Gustave with his brush japonoise
flick-flickering gold dust spatter
drawing you in to that space
where art is but nature's carapace
YOU ARE READING
𝓟oems 𝓟rismatic
Poetry''sketches that shape-shift the angle and the curve'' (line from the poem 'Contrast) Recent/new poems tend to be at the beginning of the book.
