Madonna On A Wall Poem by Gert Strydom

It’s another thing to see
how a mural,
gets a life of its own.

I see her measure and draw
the outlines and I wonder how,
she calculates the image that unfolds

With a palette
on which she mix different colours
and a painter’s pencil,
she paints an image

[See picture of the madonna mural at my webpage: http: //www.mabooki.com/poems/display/1420_Madonna_on_a_wall.htm]
that comes out of a wall.
.
I am struck by what she’s doing
and how her fingers,
perform magic with a brush
and the art and beauty
that unfolds almost without bother.

It’s as if the Madonna’s eyes
follow me as if she’s alive,
to where I move
all over the room

There’s something of her soul
and a new presence,
that’s caught on the wall.