Art Core Poem by Ifeoluseyi ifeoluwapo Ifeyemi

Art Core



Of this noble art,
Are acts left in heart!
To the errand of inks,
In cryptic coloured lines,
As of a witch to a spell!
Ours, the village bell!
It drips red,
The devil's bed!
So it paints skies,
The poets inks!
Jonah had the voice!
David had the lines!
So, were Solomon's rhymes!

Wednesday, September 24, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: art
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