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Instead of a Jigsaw She tends to knit with a cloudy sky . No needles. Her pen suffices. The clouds are sent in waves of foam frothed fluff so her pencil moves to her inner sea in rhythmic syllabic meanders echoed and mirrored in patterns of sky. many blue scraps to patch a farthingale heavenly ballgown There are spheres behind. Moons and bubbles. She presses the fabric on top and their marks shine through. Transparent moons, opaque bubbles exert their pressure through the surface. Zigzags and waves. Waves and zigzags. Points into curves. jagged edge caress of a fingertip around the traces Not so different from the art this window frame holds Shades of blue interspersed with tints of grey and all smudged through with a dust of pink. Dust from a rose in a bed from Chelsea as clouds swell to bloom as ephemeral selves in drifts of atmosphere in dance of the brush . bleak day on the feeder bluebirds peck sugar plums Diana Webb Diana Webb is a widely published award winning haiku and haibun poet. She edits the print journal Time Haiku and reviews books for the journal of the British Haiku Society, Blithe Spirit.
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