Sunday, November 2, 2014

"Painting is silent poetry, and poetry is painting that speaks." ~Plutarch

"A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness."
~Robert Frost

If Poe defines poetry as the "rhythmical creation of beauty," I find that he truly understood what hearts feel, how they beat differently while creating love, how poets and artists never see the world as empty when embracing each other and inspiration.
This painting began because of a vale, it came from my heart because of a poet, but, it could not be complete until the throb of a heart was felt, a character, a Knight had such things he had to tell his Queen, a Queen, had such things to tell her Knight. 
She felt her heart flutter with whispers and kisses on berry lips with kindling at her hips. 
She was turned all around,
Healing Amaranth
be found.
The Knight had words and worlds to share...
dappled light
harsh glare.
The Queen was a Queen when her Knight held her in rapture,
her heart was his for the capture.
She closed her eyes and saw, written on her heart, words, caressing, like magic, knowing that this verse, this kiss
the mouth and lips
would lead to only the sweetest light
only the sweetest love.
"And then, your lips met mine..."
 You are my muse and I am thine.
Mixed Media by Amy Sperry Faldet
Inspired by the poetry of the fine and dear, Christopher Ryan

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