Strong Apron Strings and Paintbrushes
Like hungry wolves with ribs showing, men huddle at her heels.
Waiting for any little drop of inspiration from her paintbrush.
Like a wet dog shaking its coat droplets spray everywhere.
Bluffing they have the power and not the need.
Every woman has mother's potential for nurturing , feeding , nourishing.
Where does Inspiration to paint come from? Why is painting sacred?
Why are they so hungry for mother's attributes and blessings?
Is it because she is a creator , to carry and grow a soul inside her?
To carry , bear nurture and raise many souls for generations to come.
So then how is painting and creating akin to the creation of childbearing?
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