The Artist

The Artist

A Poem by Katie

A religious poem.

What do you choose for your pallet, O Lord,
As you set up your Atlas, your easel?
What do you splash on Aurora's skirts
While Helios prepares for his ride?
Do you borrow from Neptune's endless depths?
Do you snatch up Dawn's heralding pinks?
Then -- quick -- drown the canvas in Midas' touch
Before drifting to Azure's embrace?

It is my pleasure, your painting, the Dawn
Every minute and hour of morn --
I will trace for all sight your brush-strokes of
The sky, your opus of unfettered joy!

© 2013 Katie

Author's Note

I was taking a lot of pre-modern literature classes and decided to try my hand at allusions to other literature. How'd I do?

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Umm .. sounds good. Very creative write, there`s no flow of rhyme in your words but apart from it, I feel the presence of your rhythmic flow around the words indeed. Great job!!

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Added on October 26, 2013
Last Updated on October 26, 2013
Tags: religion, god, sunrise, roman mythology



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