The Spell
By Clare Willson

 

Instruments prepared.
Her stained fingers hover.
Wrist flex motion right to left.
Melody washes over a soft lilac hue,
followed by a concerto of palest mint,

 

frost pink rhapsody soothes.
Polka dots waltz before
a riotous ruby crescendo
sweeps brisk, upward strokes
to the vibrant finale.

 

Smiles, lays her brush down
and surveys her work.
Color dances beauty over canvas.
Magic woven, she is unclear how.

 
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