To lie in bed,
Gnawing with wrath at weakness,
She ravened up
And wandered in the wilds.
Bold and insolent,
Able to bear shame and anguish no longer
Forced to fly
White with great age
And the calmness of deep learning
While I am tucked away in the studio building The Academy for the fall, I am taking little breaks to nourish and express my creative spirit. I have a love of poetry and have been delighting in creating little found poems from an old book.