by Chae Paterson-Prince
dark moon hides ink dusty stars cold mists lifts the terra firma ether; underfoot plays and licks at her chased legs It’s grey mean colouring - everlastingly drips dull making way back to a lit, barred room the old woman's pedestal; is familiar to a spray of blossom - resurrecting no blackness a bowl of oranges smile at a spectrum of bows two scarlet petunias now outdated unvisit her heirloom room aloneness hears a knock; so loud blackbirds can paint her crazed roof orange and pink days mingle into one flightless scark ..translates into hellos no more is there a polished, gilded or even guileful looking-glass on her wall
Biography
Chae Paterson-Prince has an extensive background in musical performance and study in literature. She now lives in artistic retreat with husband, Geoff, and two dogs at Venus Bay in Victoria.
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