acanthus
little waves of leaves and vinesspin across time
cathedrals of rock
pergament and pigment
lovingly carved
and rendered in clay
they march across the sky
as from van Gogh's night scape
take us for a ride
from ancient then to current future
a child's pinwheel
of faith and promise
acanthus
Poetry by Katarina Wikholm
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Written on 2016-07-21 at 20:34
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