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Art by Mare Martell
Art of Women
Popeye arms, but getting better
Abide
The taste of your skin
is the richest flavor of sin
Let me drink in your dreams
Collapse at the seams
Let me dive into your spirit
Steadfast as your intimate
Abiding in your soul
your voice, whisper soft, and low
Let me read your skin like braille
breathing in you, then exhale
Give me your deepest release
Let me paint you, my masterpiece
in skies of orange and purple hue
Give to me the art of you
These Are My People: Aunt Lizzie
The turning of the Wheel is honored in her space
the breathing of the seasons accounted at her grace
With eyes the color of summer sky she observes the holy
Appreciating each season as its revealed so slowly
Her hair is the color of bonfires, of cider mills or pumpkin pies
When she laughs, I mean really laughs, it could make you cry
She sees the world in music, notes upon a page,
Not a moment passes by that she’s not fully engaged.
She can make a piano dance a jig or an organ sing to God
But she believes, somewhere inside, that she is somehow flawed.
When she gives the gift of her, in whichever way she does,
There is never any doubt in mind, that you are truly loved.
Goddess Great
16X20 Stretched Canvas, Goddess Great, For Sale
They are speaking
Tornadic bursts of clarity that light the path so long hidden
Lightning flashes of dervish danced love now bidden
The dialect is moving my feet forward, but
the roots had to reach ancestral proportions
to stretch closer to the stars without distortion.
Outreached hands grip, grasp, climb the galaxies
as Terraria celebrates the gateway rendered of fallacies
Although precarious in balance, it’s to advantage giv’n
that tornadic bursts of clarity pursue the debris forgiven