Exhale the Tempest

by F.E. Clark

The glorious funk of the devil imprison’d in amber,
Shedding golden dead-beats o’er the earth.
Divine black beetle orb – Saint Satan in his cloud.

Rain the damned moon’s regard,
On these perspiring clay saint Dæmons.
Guard your dreams all Fairies – blaze the colours of the rainbows.

Whiten the grosser rude in the air,
Inspire that all are painted fair of shadow.
Distil brighter dreams kindly with the flounce of your hair.

[This work was from the Cut-up (Jigsaw) Salon, August-17]

24 August 2017

F.E. Clark is a Scottish artist and writer. She lives and works in North East Scotland, where she grew up on a farm. Rooted there she takes her inspiration from the magical Scottish landscape around her — the colour, texture and form — sea, sky, woodlands, mountains, plant and wildlife. She may be read at F. E. Clark – artwork and blog or seen at FECLARKART or @feclarkart.

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