Poet Jim Larwill from Ottawa, Ontario, Canada,
has written the following poem inspired by this drawing:
Dream Weavers
Into dreams we thrust this clinched fist:
take gate stars and moons primordial as
our world bends with fairy force of Art;
Bloom sanguine flower, inside now out
where a razor snake chews on a wrist,
flames flowing filaments of her touch;
Sweep dust behind doors as ploughman
becomes my wolf; scrape furrows deep;
shadows give me your finger to befriend.
Midnight laughs with Bard’s iron lash as
dead players hear the Bergomask dance -
“O kiss me through hole of this vile wall!”
Sing me no epilogue pale-hand now limp.
It’s the taller part of things that rises night
only to fade after a stirring dream awakes.
copyright 2008
Jim Larwill
The sentiments and associations in this poem are totally Jim's. You can request a copy of this poem for free when purchasing the original drawing.
This drawing is archival quality ink on acid free paper. It is sold unframed and protected by a crystal clear sleeve.
You can also obtain reproductions of the drawing and/or poem as stated below.
All prints and originals will also be supported by foam or cardboard to insure integrity.