Ode to Marc Chagall

Mr Chagall
your angels sitting high
mad horses laughing cows
touching my hair
I am afraid to say
but is this art
may I ask why
why would you call it so
I stand upset
the rhymes of your brush
meanders of lines
and those colours
oh those colours
contradict most sense of space
not sure anymore
who is where
your angels in the sky
or I – flying as a kite
the world hangs upside down
anything can happen now
I can see the feelings of a carousel
local magicians coming to town
next year in Jerusalem
did you say
Mr Chagall
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About elizadavies

Being a human is an awesome thing. Being able to name the awesomness of it all - sends my mind veering dangerously and beautifully ... Naming the Invisible is my life long challenge ... words which live, describe life and eventually impart life ...
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