She walked out of showers like they were tropical waterfalls,
her skin a-shimmer with diamonds,
sun snogged not just sun kissed
and hair in thick pomegranate ropes
that she would only let me touch once a blue moon,
when her lips were curled like sickles
and parted, soft, pliant,
then I could curl those ropes around my wrist
and capture a sunset.
“Sylvia is an Ontario Certified Teacher who creates opportunities for people to get in touch with their inner ‘artist’ and inspires youth to make a difference in the community by use of their creativity and imagination.” ~About Sylvia Chan Art~
Tonight’s Tuesday poetics has offered up an array of artwork for the pub’s patrons that use for inspiration. I picked Sylvia Chan’s piece as it was the only one that sparked an idea straight away.
Fancy checking out the wonderful poets and artists ordering drinks at the bar tonight? Hit the badge and see for yourself.