Cosmos in a glass

Cosmos in a glass

You asked me, Susan, if I know

how the poems come,

what’s the germ, the genesis

initial sprouting seed?

{This a propos of sketchbook work for visual memory and prompt

one day might spring to life, say

witch’s fingers ribbed along a shell, skeletal

or cosmos in a glass)

And now mid pastel-drawing, (cosmos in a glass)

understanding dawns

re all those months of art with you, the smell of paraffin

creative fug in studio Guillonet

or summer days on sun-hot patio for lunch

(plus crémant liberally)

but most of all the look and look!

Draw just what you see-

the life you opened up for me

kingdom’s keys

eyes and hands and confidence to make  my marks

my own

first steps into the right side

going with the flow, a dance with creativity.

More precious far than diamonds, teacher’s gift

the footpath to the hidden gate, now wide and flung for me

a secret garden, verbal push,

encouragement to go

first steps into the right side, dancing with the flow,

where art and verse and inspiration pulse like oxygen

and magic, glorious, random

who knows how?

The lovely seedlings grow.

17th November 2012, Hounoux, for Susan Keverne