Simple existence
of a wrought iron stool
sat the test of time
in a studio room
full of easels, artists
and turpentine fumes.
© Brenda Aksionov 2017
[Photo can be purchased here without my watermark]
Simple existence
of a wrought iron stool
sat the test of time
in a studio room
full of easels, artists
and turpentine fumes.
© Brenda Aksionov 2017
[Photo can be purchased here without my watermark]
Loosening slide
of physio hands
in a painful glide
along muscle strands
is sufferance from injury
my recovery demands.
© Brenda Aksionov 2016
Monsoon tears
of crescent moon
shed pieces of light
on oasis forlorn
in windswept sands
of time unborn.
© Brenda Aksionov 2016
A naked dance
on a frosted night
in coruscating moonfire
an ancient oak
brooks no compromise
with delusions of grandeur.
© Brenda Aksionov 2016
Ancient folk
unveil the dark
with a twist of smoke
their crooked path
straightens our purpose
from wisdom’s past.
© Brenda Aksionov 2016
Shaded head
beak agape
sun too hot
I need a break
some mince would help
me rehydrate.
© Brenda Aksionov 2016
[Photo can be purchased here without my watermark]