Artist with Newborn
at her breast,
robe slips silk,
her shoulders, left arm cramps above
joint, as she nurses
her son, 2 a.m. Floor
lamp illuminates her,
she perches on a stool.
Face -to -faces her easel.
Right arm brushes, strokes, feathers,
teases
paint, baby clutches. Nurture flows
through her. Color flows from
her. Sleeve slips,
slides up muscled forearm, white wrist where
her watch
band blocks sun's rays. Days she pushes
his stroller, he dozes, she
dreams
of dancing.
Other breast peeks from robe
matches rhythm,
painting process,
she evokes a face from mystery,
until rainbow eyes gaze
into hers.
Baby hiccups, his bare heel spasms,
smears paint, paper. She
must relinquish
a brush to wipe his foot, his mark remains
on her
painting (her heart) their composition.
She lifts him close with crooked
elbow, kisses
his tufted head. She rocks on her stool.
He sleeps
against her shoulder. Drools
down her skin. She does not care.
She picks
up the brush.
There is so
little
time.
Rachael Ikins
Artwork
for sale at http://rachaelikins.com/artwork.htm
Publications,
books for sale at http://rachaelikins.com/publications.htm
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"Dwell in
possibility and you will find magic"
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