The Touch of the Artist
The Touch Of The Artist
The curtains were drawn aside
I gasped with dropping jaw
Spellbound at the magnificence
Of the shimmery gigantic golden eagle
Overpowering the stage
With massive open wings
To fly above the clouds
The auditorium bedazzled
With its looming presence
Its black eyes and hooked nose
Tilted frequently side to side
Preying for parents
In the audience seated
A pyramid of tiny golden eaglets
Hailed a welcome song
On their school's annual show
Having eyed their meat
With a single swoop
They drive their emotions to a teary edge
Ripping their genetic hearts with pride
My heart commended
The visionaries laboriously working
Behind the scenes in an endeavour
To create a raison de etre
For parents to feel proud of
The tenacity of their children
Which phoenix like
Is reborn with
The touch of the artist
October 3, 2015
Contest: The Golden Eagle
Sponsor: Shadow Hamilton
* An ode to teachers for carving out the personalities of children who like an eagle learn to fly above the clouds while the rest of the birds seek shelter in the rain. They train them to be eagle eyed, to be focussed, to rip through obstacles with tenacity, to turn their dreams into reality and create a raison de etre for themselves
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