on one wheel cycle,
the string of life in her hands,
she breathes in the air,
a wish embedded in heart,
to find her way flying away
.
a flute on his lips,
he summons nightly spirits,
the moon awakens
along with nocturnal beasts
in trance of the magic weaved
.
tying her new-print cape,
she journeys through the planet,
looking for a dream,
spectacles perched on her nose,
mulling over her tabloid
.
* For dVerse Poetics where we have been introduced to the art of Judith Clay. I have written three small pieces, inspired by three different works of art (written in syllable pattern of tanka- 5/7/5/7/7).
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