Raven, The Dark Artist

Sable silhouette
Ebon shadow
she lifts the pen
the shadow stiletto
With cool
gentle hands

Employing the subtle
delicate
Movements of a surgeon
She cuts the page
it bleeds black
She opens the wound
releasing art held captive somewhere inside the page

There is no sound
save her rustling silks
The mutter
sputtering of the candle

“Art can’t be created. . .
It can only be set free.”

Published by

Chyfrin the Celtic poet

Artist, Poet, Electrical/Biomedical Engineer, Actor, Playwright, Set construction, Educator, Lover of womankind and single malt scotch

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