Monday, October 3, 2022

The Blessing Of Charcoal


The Blessing Of Charcoal
by Lord R.e. Taylor

He saw her sitting alone on a windy bench
A beauty the likes of which he had never seen
Grabbing a stick he burned the tip
Making the best tool an artist could have
The charcoal from the stick moved easily
Capturing the woman’s visage perfectly

© Poem – X/IV/MMXXII
LRET


 

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