Fantasy Art Women: Who Go Out After Dark Creating Goddess Art
This poem is about the search for the magic that is mine and yours, women of fantastic art, fairies in art, mermaids who sing in the depths of the ocean to the sailors they have captured for true love. All we have to do is decide what is real for us and embrace their music.
fantasy art women
in your backyard
right where I left them.
Surprised?
It’s not to worry
I’m sure they’re still breathing.
resting under covers of flower petals.
fantasy women
who come out after dark
wanting to see if the tide has risen
If the ocean still roars
They run to meet the foam.
laughing through tears
waiting for magic
knowing that it can be found
in some place.
fantasy art
I keep my canvas primed
ready for inspiration.
last time i looked
my goddesses were singing
so i started dancing.
This fantasy art woman
me
fantasy woman
art on every wall
has learned to dance and sing
of stories told on canvas.
sloppy sometimes
only a goddess could think that
jealous soul.
I will hear my goddess say,
“Did you forget my voice?
My paintings are my heart.”
the only possible answer
“No never”.
innocent angels still wait
I draw them
keep them in my pocket
so you don’t forget that your wings are fragile.
Lest I forget my own wing.
I will always listen to their whispers
after every sunset
and before each dawn
What’s left to do?
fantasy woman
Yeah
I hold on for that magic
I paint and sculpt on rainy days
days that seem closed
still days that mention flight
despite the weather
fantasy art women
drawings that I appreciate
special efforts sometimes
for free fantasy art
mine to give
giving blessings.
goddess art
i tried to call
I left messages about my plans
watercolor gathering paper
oils found in cotton
clay meeting my fingers.
there were capricious angels
inside each poem you wrote me
I put them in a jar
and I hid them until I felt ready
to hear their singing.
my fantasy
angel art.
Dear capricious angels.
My fantasy art women
left out after dark
in your backyard.