[poem] Artist’s Model

Today I have been fleetingly immortalised;

Unlike so many plaster molds.

I’m there, breathing from the canvas

Or staring into a charcoal space on paper:

Just a collection of boxes and shadow-shapes.

But it’s me, trapped , trying to say something

Through the artist’s skill.

To be left to dry and remain,

Or scraped back to start again.

Jamie Zubairi by Phoebe


About skylarkingzooby

Actor, Artist, Professional Voiceover. Creative person who has coined his process 'Skylarking'.
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