brush strokes and flickering shadows
April 26, 2013
in memory of sheryl noonan
down below tip-toe with care into the room where shadows grow where cocooned nestled draped and still the filmstrip rests by furnace glow a garden strung of hanging cels pictures reversed so cool and slight her captured frames my shoulders brush their stories sing in fading light the first cel taken by cupid's true arrow a smooth sculptured sprite in silvery gold the artist's slight frame eyes focused and narrow brush and palette grasped ready, a well postured hold cels flicker back softly two sisters in pose curled fingers together in loving embrace a pair of young sculptors on winnipeg snow wrapped in crystals and fur on white sheets of lace or a moment suspended the swing at its arc our smiles so joyful in that sun-captured frame my face seems to tell her again! higher! faster! these memories timeless undated unnamed the next cel a view of manhattan's famed skyline an unfinished beauty the canvas wood grain feathered strokes inspired by nature's work guided pencil sketch shadows ever waiting for stain A rough rush of air as the subway car passes the crowd pushes forward i glance was it you? and forward i'm pressed with the TTC masses then years trickle by that slight sighting now through in a room crossed and guarded, protectors still, waiting i flip through the cels ever searching for reason every corner stacked perfect for balanced detection i cry for your terror this delusional prison are those feared shadows scattered by joy's infinite light no longer trapped in celluloid frames? i dream your art soars now free of the night peace be with you dear sherry ever more ever slight
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