Becoming Human
Gloved hands fluttering
Like navy blue bats
An ice sculpture
With red-gold hair
And wide eyes
Stepping from the canvas
I have been working
On her all day
And still she is only half way
To becoming human
Like navy blue bats
An ice sculpture
With red-gold hair
And wide eyes
Stepping from the canvas
I have been working
On her all day
And still she is only half way
To becoming human
Labels: bats, graphics, Pixelmator, poem, poetry
posted by Louise at 1:58 pm
1 Comments:
Very evocative. A work in progress often has a poignancy all its own whether in art or poetry.
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